Hobkin woke me up this morning at 5:30, quite convinced it was time for breakfast. No matter how I tried to explain to him–groggy and half-asleep–that breakfast shouldn’t be for another hour and a half, he was adamant.
Hungry skunks are not to be denied, so I got up and fed him breakfast. Now I’m awake, he’s curled up on my lap, and I haven’t had enough sleep. Maybe I’ll flop us on the couch and have a nap.
He’s getting to be very soft, though.