The birds aren't even up yet.

It’s great to go out in the pre-dawn hours.  The city is quiet, the wild critters are sleeping & it’s so very peaceful.  But, since the Humans won’t leave the door to the backyard open permanently, I require an escort with thumbs.  I’d rather not have to ask, but they set these dumb rules, so I don’t know why they moan & complain about getting up out of bed before it's dark out to do it.  Maybe they should come outside with me.  It’s the best time of day.  Except breakfast.  And dinner.  And walkies.  And walkies & playtime with Mary Ann.  And belly rubs.  And when I catch a squirrel (someday).  Okay, guess I’ll come in now.  Good talk, guys.