Morning surveillance

Rolled out my yoga mat this morning like any other Tuesday, went through my usual sun salutation sequence, and then caught movement outside the window.

Morning surveillance

This orange tabby has apparently been conducting surveillance on my morning routine for who knows how long.

This guy has opinions about my yoga form apparently

He sits there with this expression that’s part zen master, part disappointed personal trainer. Like he’s been taking notes on my warrior pose alignment and found it lacking. The audacity of this cat to judge my downward dog when he probably can’t even do a proper cat pose.

Jake thinks I’m being dramatic, but I swear this cat showed up right around the time I started doing morning workouts by the window three weeks ago. Either it’s the world’s most dedicated fitness voyeur, or I’ve accidentally acquired a feline life coach who works for free and pays in silent judgment.

Either way, I guess I have accountability now. Can’t skip leg day when you’ve got an audience.