I woke up early this morning. The sun was just coming up, sending pearly light peeking through the shades.
It wasn’t the sun that woke me.
It was the cat.
“Feed Me! Get up lazy person! The sun is up and it’s time for breakfast.”
I opened my eyes and told the cat to talk with Marc. He’s the breakfast chef. I do dinner. Then I pulled the covers back over my head and tried to go back to sleep.
Marc was already downstairs. Breakfast was already in the cat’s dish. But the cat didn’t care. He didn’t want me to sleep when he had needs to be met. He wanted an escort to his food dish.
He has people. We don’t have a cat.
I threw off the covers and swung my legs over side of the bed, working my way towards being awake enough to stumble down the stairs to the kitchen.
“Hurry Up! I’m Hungry!”
Paws batted at my ankles.
“I’m up. I’m coming. I’ve only got 2 legs. You’ve got 4. You’re faster than me.” The cat circled my legs. “Don’t trip me.”
We paraded downstairs, the cat in the lead. “Look,” I bent over and pointed to his food, “breakfast awaits.”
“I changed my mind. I don’t want food. I want to go out.”
I opened the back door. The cat streaked out.
Crows cawed. Car doors slammed. An early morning bee buzzed by. Dew sparkled on the roses. The mist was already burning off in the morning sun. A new day. A satisfied cat – for the moment.