"Please let me get up on the bed."
You get the picture. It's tiring. But this morning, we had things to do. I needed to get up. I had no time for playful morning rituals.
Jam had other ideas.
I brushed my teeth and walked with them downstairs where I fixed my usual large glass of New Orleans coffee with chicory to jumpstart my morning. Then I started to think about my day and what I needed to do. Just then, my coffee call arrived, so to speak and I headed off to the downstairs restroom.
Imagine my surprise when both Jam and Coach burst through the partially opened door. Coach left as the bathroom is very small, but Jam was in a mood and looked around for something to tempt me. I could tell that there was trouble a foot and with my hand held out trying to forestall whatever evil he was planning, I said, "Jaaaaaaaam!"
It did no good. Jam looked down at the decorative Talavera pot beside the toilet where I store extra rolls of toilet paper and he grabbed the last roll of paper and skedaddled.
|Jam, happy with his roll of paper.|
|View of the mangled paper after I got it back.|
|Another view of Jam's torn up roll.|