October 3rd, 2005: 6:45 AM
The room is dark and quiet. A thin beam of bluish light streams in through the window. The people are asleep right now; they always are. I’m not. I’m always awake now, sitting on the chair, my eyes glowing from the reflection of the window’s light. It is dark, I can see better in the dark. It’s still. Too still. Way too still.
I jump off the chair, my long silky tail streaming behind maintaining my balance. I cross the floor, keeping a watchful eye on the shadows. I’m always worried that something might be lurking down there; most creatures are most active at night, after all. But there’s nothing there, no interloper threatening my territory, so within seconds I’m on the bed.
It’s my bed. The human is asleep on it right now, but morning is approaching and that will soon change. It is my bed, after all. I let the human use it at night, but by day it is mine. My sleeping place. But the human still sleeps. I will wake him.
I nudge his head, yet he sleeps on. I nudge him again. Nothing. Now, the problem with humans is that they sleep too deeply. You could pounce on them, as they sleep, and they wouldn’t notice. Cats always know when the slightest breeze disturbs their sleep. I nudge him again. Wake up! I urge desperately. Finally, he opens his eyes a little, blinks at me, then rolls over and attempts to go back to sleep. No! Wake up! I meow hopefully. Purr commandingly. Finally, he opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling, says something sleepily in his language.
It’s my bed! I purr. And a little bit of food would be nice!
