Journeys With Jani

There are morning people, and then there are morning cat people. If you fall into the second category, you know exactly what I’m about to say.

This morning started like any other—I was just about to get out of bed, mentally mapping out my to-do list, when in waltzed Bean. Now, Bean isn’t just any cat. He’s a not-so-tiny Russian Blue, with the confidence of a king, the entitlement of royalty, and the sheer determination of someone who knows they will always get their way. Also, he isn’t really a Russian Blue; he just identifies as a Russian 😉

And, of course, he had just returned from his morning adventures… in the rain.

The Art of Feline Snuggles (or: How I Lost 30 Minutes of My Life)

Bean, in all his damp glory, climbed onto my chest with the precision of a trained assassin. Before I could even protest, he began his signature morning ritual:

1. The Biscuit-Making Ceremony – Because apparently, my bare skin is the best kneading surface in the house. (Not the blanket. Not the pillows. Just me.)

2. The Guilt Trip Purr – A deep, rumbling purr designed to make me question all my life choices, including why I even thought getting up was necessary.

3. The Final Move: Cheek to Cheek Contact – Bean rested his head right on my face with the weight of someone who knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

And just like that, my morning was hijacked.

Resistance Is Futile

I tried. I really did. But let’s be honest—when a damp, biscuit-making, purring machine plants himself on your chest like he owns you, there’s only one logical choice.

Stay put.

So, 30 more minutes in bed it was. The world could wait. Bean had spoken.

Final Thoughts (Or: How I Justified This as Self-Care)

Some people meditate in the morning. Some journal. Some go for a jog. Me? I get aggressively snuggled by a wet cat who insists that my personal space is his space.

And honestly? I wouldn’t change a thing.

#BeanRulesTheWorld #MorningHostage #TrappedByLove #murdermittens

XOXO, Jani