A morning cup of coffee with the campground alarm clock. At least she's cute. Though our neighboring campers might not have been so biased. She woke us up each morning with her insistent cries and whines and only relented once I picked her up and brought her into my own sleeping bag. Only then did she lay on my chest with a smile on her face and that "see? I knew you'd listen sooner or later" look.
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