When I woke up at 2 AM for my regular middle-of-the-night ramble, Blazer was sitting outside the bedroom door.
With his dish in his mouth.
I put him outside to make a puddle, while I did pretty much the same thing, and then we both went back to bed. I got up “for real” at 7 AM, and fed him.
After we had both eaten our breakfasts, I went into the den to check my email. Turned around and he was staring at me.
Honestly, you’d think he never got fed.
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