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My Day
Vickie Clasby
The blaring sound means it will soon be time for breakfast. The lady hits the button which makes the sound stop, and rolls over in bed. She does this every day, and every day I rise from the warm blanket at the end of the bed and walk carefully up to her pillow. Sometimes she rubs my ears and scratches my chin. Other times she pulls the covers up over her head. That is what she does today. I paw her head and pull at the covers. After just a couple of minutes of pawing and pulling, her hand comes out of the cover and she rubs my head. I purr. Sometimes when I am not happy and she rubs my head, I try not to purr, but it is impossible to stop.
Then the sound blares again and she smacks the small box with blinking lights and utters some word I’ve heard many times, throws off the covers and stands up. She always goes to the room with the shiny white chair with water inside and closes the door. I wait outside the door. When I hear the swooshing sound inside I know to move out of the way because the door will open. She opens the door and walks out, looks at me with her mouth curved and says something to me in her happy voice. I like her happy voice so I purr again. She walks from the room with the bed into the big room with the rug, then to the room with the food. I follow close behind her and say ‘Food.’ She must understand what I said because she uses her happy voice again, shows me her curved mouth and puts food in my dish. I purr.
I love my food and I love my lady. But I do not love the small people. The small people are loud and smell bad. They do not use the sandbox like I do. They use their clothes. I do not know why the lady likes them and feeds them. She shows them her curved mouth but they do not purr. They scream. Water leaks from their mouths, noses and eyes, and they have no fur. I am her favorite. That’s why she lets me sleep in her bed.
I guess she likes the big man, too, because he sleeps in her bed. Sometimes he moves his feet and kicks me when I’m sleeping. I don’t love him like my lady but I like him. He doesn’t show me his curved mouth very much but sometimes he rubs my head and I purr. I can’t stop it.
I do not like the brute. He chases me and tries to eat my food. The lady likes him, but does not let him sleep in her bed. He makes very loud noises and wakes up the small people and they scream. He is covered in fur and smells and drinks water from the shiny white chair. Even when the lady shows him her curved mouth he does not purr. He is a brute.
The lady and the big man rush around when the sky is light and feed the small people then leave me alone with the brute until the sky is dark. I sit and look outside at the things that eat from the dishes. They do not walk. They do not have fur. They have something else but it is not what the people wear. They sit on the dishes and eat the food and then they leave. Sometimes a furry thing with a big tail runs and scares them away and eats the food. If the brute sees it, he makes a very loud noise and jumps up and down. He wakes me up when I’m sleeping. I do not like the brute.
Then the people come back. Sometime it takes a long time before my lady shows me her curved mouth or says something to me with her happy voice. I follow her and say “Food,” and sometimes I have to say “Food” many times. I stand by my dish, and say “Food,” and finally she hears me and puts food in my dish. She picks me up and holds me on her shoulder and I purr in her ear. I can’t see her but I know her mouth is curved.
