a letter to my grayest love

(tiger, falling fast asleep on my lap)

dear tiggy,

although i appreciated your stampede across our bed this morning, to wake me in order to feed your grumbly tummy, at 5:30, even though you still had food in your bowl, but i let that slide, i did not appreciate you throwing up approximately three minutes later, in our bedroom doorway. had i known it were just in the doorway, i probably would have left it until i was ready to meet the day (read: 7:30) but i could not ignore my fears of it being on the rug or amidst the vacuum cord, which, as i discovered, once the light was on, and i was wide awake, it wasn't.

sweet boy, my love for you is as deep as the roots of the oldest tree.

(but, for serious, give your mama a break.)