Sunshine.
Blink. Yawn. Get up off the ground. . .Ok, one, two, heave!
Ok. Up. Catlike butt-up-in-the-air stretch.
Ah, that’s better.
Hey, Owner. Get your lazy butt outta bed.
Well, I suppose I can’t talk.

What’s that delightful tinkle of objects hitting porcelain?
FOOD .
Running, leaping, darting.
Closer to the laundry room.
A black blur screams across the kitchen.

FOOD . Face-first!
Munch, crunch, crunch, snap…
Full.
Uh-oh. Better find carpet.

Ulp. Ulp. Ulp.
Yaaa-aaa-kkkk…
Ew. Oh well. Owner’ll get it later.
Thirsty. Oh, good, bathroom door’s open.
Slurp slurp slurp.
Ahhhh. . . .

All this excitement has tired me out.
Walking. . .bumbling. . .crawling. . .
Plopping onto the ground.
Snoring.