Most mornings, Elsa was woken up by her cat lying on top of her.
The little cat, an unexpected find on her way home from work, would perch on her chest at eight o'clock sharp every day, waiting for her to get up.
The only problem was, this little cat was an orange tabby.
A few months ago, she'd been happy to open her eyes to a tiny kitten face that she could almost smell the milk on.
But now, that love from her kitty had gotten a little heavy.
Fifteen pounds of love pressing on her chest came with a slight risk of suffocation.
It got to the point where she had to start sleeping with her door closed.
However, while the door could keep the cat out, it couldn't keep her mother out. And what was worse, her mother came even earlier.
