My cat is up prior to sun up . Its’ tiny miaow adds to my snoozing vision and starts to push I into today
I sit up, yawn, a morning ritual. body tight and flops, fills a a tiny bit of now. Cat stills shouts, I think about ignoring it, but guilt is strong within I. So, I stand up, slowly, scoop up cat and so, downstairs, both thinking about food.
By the sink, cat is loud, mouth pushing sound out. I am too slow, cats’ miaow is cross now.
I look for a tool for tins, try to find a tidy bowl a midst a mound of grubby crocks.
Find a fork, scoop into a tin of cat food, dish it up to cat
She stops giving any focus to I, all is on a dish
And now dogs’ turn, it is too civil to think about fussing, but looks into my ocularity, with total faith that food will occur today and all days.
Cats’ food is finito, she sums up a sound and looks with vigorous focus at dog, staring at his bowl,now instantly approaching it, ignoring his growl, a mouth quickly into his food.
Cat jumps, i drop a tool for making warm drinks, dog stops, awaiting a bolt from a sky
Fora spot of day, no-body stirs.
But cat and dog begin a ritual again
Cat jumps, dog growls, I jump too
A morning begins.