My morning doesn't start with familiar faces on the bus, in the coffee shop, or in an office. Rather, it is with the familiar faces of the barn cats that greet me while waiting for some breakfast. After unexpectedly losing Oz I am a bit more sensitive to those faces that are or aren't there. Dolly missed dinner last night, but she was waiting for breakfast this morning. I got one quick snap before she shot off to pounce on lingering fall leaves and race up into the tree branches.
