2:45am I was woken by the cat above me in the bedroom suite #2 known as “grumpy’s” room. But then I realized I was hearing footsteps crossing the floor, as well as the cat.
The cat is a menace (has a habit of knocking everything off a shelf so she can relax comfortably-Cat lovers come pu the free cat), as long as the footsteps remain on the 2nd floor I’m going to be able to ignore them both.
4:59am I am sitting in the front room, waiting for the slowest coffee maker in the USA. And I can smell perfume, no one here ever wears perfume. It not floral, it’s more masculine if that makes sense. Cologne maybe?