Poor guy did not sleep well last night. This morning at around 6:30am he started yelling at me again (for about the 10th time). I decided it was time to get up and get him some breakfast.
He spotted the food, and immediately smiled. He ate, laid back down, and fell asleep.
I’m fully awake and alone at 7am. Time to make the donuts! (lol… or work on some pattern design.)