Life in words and pictures

Whiskey.

      As I open my eyes I feel a warm, soft, gentle touch on my right shoulder. I move my head to the direction of said touch and my dark brown eyes are met with a pair of emerald green ones. “Hi Whiskey. Good morning.” I greeted the white and gray cat that laid in bed besides me. Slowly he blinked, he stretched his long furry legs and a big yawn escaped his mouth. That was enough cuteness to make me smile first thing in the morning.