Last Night I Awake At One Fifteen
I Checked The Clock. Wh-y
yah was I Awake?
The Pitter Patters Above Hears Me Awake.
Meow?
She asks.
I Don't Answer.
Meow.
She expects an answer.
I crawl up the stairs to the top and peek my heard around the wall corner while still perched on the top first stairs. "Yeah, Meow Back."
The cat races to her scratching post as though I plan on racing her. She is first.
This causes a preen of belly flips and paw reaches. She is happy that I am awake.
I am happt that she is my cat.
The imagination runs wild. She rubs on the soft mat grass and purrs her belly exposed.
Paws reaching...
10:37 a.m. - 2020-07-14