First Order of Business

For the longest time, rattling through the pages of the newspaper was my first order of business in the morning once I had a cup of coffee.  I have, in recent years, abandoned the newspaper.  These days, my first order of business is to pull my 20 pounds of housecat on my lap.

“You’re very annoying, but love you,” I tell him.  And then we both just sit there purring for a while. 

—Mitchell Hegman