Wrigley wakes close to 6 am, but it takes until 6:30am to wake his brother up and get him in the mood to play.
Mark and I are awake by 6:45 am. We wake to the sounds of heavy footsteps, screeching kitten protests and tiny feet poking delicate places on our bodies as they transit the bed.
It still makes me smile. A bleary-eyed smile. Hiding thoughts of how long it might take to train one of them to make me a coffee in the morning...
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