Another morning in the life of a garden cat
Meowwww-
Sunlight finally shines through the window, a line of white glow on the horizon
like the belly of a tuna fish.
Gradually, New York City starts to buzz.
Honks
Singing
motorcycles.
I trot back to the room, almost half-expecting a full bowl of fish.
The bowl is still untouched, just like it was at midnight.
I can’t blame her, though, she was sleeping at night, just like they all do. How disappointing.
The bed creaks.
Doesn’t pouncing onto her bed sound like the perfect wakeup call?
But I should go out and meet my buddies before the heat kills
I rush out the cat flap
stumbling on the steps down.
I should have gone earlier, the heat is starting to warm up the city
After catching up with the latest gossip with a few sisters from different litters, I went home.
Phew.
Just in time.
click.
Ginger just woke up. Telling by the buzz that I heard, she was probably making breakfast.
I looked up.
I was right, there she was, making her daily morning coffee and toast.
Usually she would feed me a slice, but I’m full. The midnight snack was a bit too much.
Eying the bread carefully, I tried to sniff it.
Definitely not.
The sun from the morning run had ruined my entire appetite.
But the morning jog and gossip were worth it.
As noon arrived before I could detect it, the bright rays of the burning sun hit my fur like a ball of fire hurled towards me.
Annoyed and shocked, I raced as fast as I could towards the master bedroom, longing for a blast of air that I’ve longed for ever since Ginger installed that cold-air machine.
She was in the bedroom, writing her college essay.
I meowed
got dragged out
She slammed the door in my face
since I irritated her.
But that’s just what cats do.
Don’t they-?
Another morning in the life of a garden cat.
