Little Brother?

The other morning, I heard Jebby rustling around in his cage.

I come over to find him tugging his blanket towards his bowl...

So that he can eat his breakfast while still wrapped up in his snuggly fleece.

Just like my brothers would walk around in blankets and sit over the heater vents on cold mornings and eat breakfast, before school.

And I thought we were night owls...

We usually go to bed around midnight...

About two hours later, our little grump decides its time to train for his nightly marathon.

We are usually up around 8.

A few hours earlier, snuffle-butt decides it is time for his hard core marathon sprint.

Good thing we love our pokey little Jebby.