It has been a
monotonous night and as I turn the corner, I see the silhouette of my house
against the backdrop of dawn arising. With each slowly paced effort, my aged
limbs feel laden down as if I were carrying a heavy weight upon my back.
Through the back
door I enter, and somnolence takes over. I pause for a few breaths at the
bottom of the staircase, relieved to be indoors. Over the sound of my panting, I
hear birds chirping, relaying how ecstatic they are at the world, whilst inside
me, rage is erupting triggering an overwhelming urge to go outside and silence
them. Instead, I am steadfast, listening for any other movement at this
unsociable time, but there are none.
Gazing up, I begin
the task of climbing each of the steep steps to reach my final destination. At last I have achieved the mountain’s peak,
still weary but instantly unburdened as I sit again for a brief respite pleased
at my achievement. I am as calm as the sea on a sun-blasted day.
Abruptly, my
attention is raised to the sound of a door being scraped open followed by the
creaking of it slowly closing. A few minutes pass, and I gingerly push it open again. I survey the best possible position to rest my fatigued
frame and with a single jump, I can see the horizon of the bed clearly now. I
sense some warmth coming from a dent in the middle and settle where it had been
occupied.
The quietness is interrupted by my “Feeder”
approaching me with a smiling face indicating that she is pleased to see me,
and she mumbles something that I do not care for. In response, I meow,
unbeknownst to her that I am disgusted at the disruption. I yawn widely bearing
my sharp teeth, lick my outstretched limbs, rub my nose and whiskers with my
paws, curl up in a ball with my tail wrapped around me and fall into a deep and
long-awaited sleep.
Jan M
April 2019
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