In the Morning: A Cat’s Tale
The humans are stirring, I realize, as I stretch my paws and blink the sleep from my eyes, the orange sun just breaking over the horizon. A quiet meow escapes my mouth before I leap up onto the ledge where I can peer into the place where the humans live. My girl is watching the odd folding thing, her front paws pushing the little buttons. I try to scratch the clear object separating us, try to tell her how hungry I am, but she can’t hear me. She glances up and sees me, though, and lifts one of her paws as if to tell me hello. I cry louder, and she smiles before putting the folding thing down and rising, walking into the other room, the one that leads onto the place where she feeds us. I race to jump onto the other, higher ledge, the one my brother cannot reach, just in time to see her coming with the cup full of food in her paw. I bound to the ground and rub against her as she steps out. “Good morning, you silly cat!” she says, pouring the food into the bowls for Edmund and me. I purr my thanks as I begin to eat.
Did it take all that to get you to feed him?
