Ethel woke before the sun rose. A squeaky meep penetrates my sleep filled head, becoming the element that pushes me towards
Huge stretch up, , my mouth opens a, yawn. The cat shouts, her eagerness to start the day. Wonder about whether to reject her need , but her screams of hunger get the better of me, so, move slowly , scoop up the kitten, together we go down, both focused on food.
The kitchen, she seems louder, more angry. But the food does not appear, stuff does not move fast enough, her catty words becomes a scold, a screech.
Fumble for the tool to open her breakfast, feel her focus on me. Try to find a clean bowl in the heap of grubby crockery.
Pull out the fork, plunge deep a midst the meat , serve the bowl up to her.
She loses any focus on me, nose plunged deep, teeth chew at food.
Then the dogs’ turn, he, well-behaved, too gentlemanly to consider a bark or two, but concentrated, eager,hungry, eyes locked on my face, sure that food will come to those who deserve, those who are good dogs.
The cat has eaten every scrap on, but feels hungry , spluttering, face full, she looks over towards the dog, engrossed amongst the regular joys of meat and bread , creeps towards the dog, the food, moves closer to the bowl, an angry growl not heard, fool cat, she puts dogs’ breakfast all over her face.
A loud sound.
Cat jumps, kettle drops, water splashes on floor, dog stops, head bowed, expects a slap, a shout.
Fora moment, no-body moves.
Then we start the cycle once more.
Cat pounces, dog growls, human jumps.
Another day has started.