Tenzing, it appears, has no appreciation whatsoever for the beauty of sleeping in on a quiet Sunday morning. At seven this morning, I was awakened by the unmistakable *thud* of four dainty paws landing squarely on my rib cage.
Normally, he stops for a second, quivering with excitement, and then starts wheezepurring (there is no other word to describe it) when I open my eyes. He's genuinely excited that I'm awake.
