So I leave my bedroom today at 5am to catch the bus to work and wouldn’t you know. Walter was wide awake. Up on both knees, arms outstretched. I say, “You want a hug or something?” He nods his head so vigorously I think it will fall off. I go in for hugs and he says, “I got a big, fat, orange, cat with me Mike.” He did. I can’t show Walter’s picture legally. I can the cat’s. (See right) So I give him his hug and tell him it’s too early to be up. He looks disappointed and I offer to take him to my bed so he can cuddle with the Dudette, “Cause’ I’m sure she misses me too.” That is how my morning started.
Big day today. Court is deciding whether to limit visits with the BM. This should be a clear indication of whether we will be able to adopt Walter permanently or not. We are hoping that they limit visits and proceed to the TPR. If that happens we think he will be an official Dude by August. Pray, hope or wish on a penny for that for me if you will.
So I’m on the bus playing “Guess Who Puked” and I get a text from my Dad encouraging me. He ends it with, “Abide.” Well said Dude, well said.