Awake, the cat is outside the door, doing her best to make a pitiful mewing sound. It works, it sounds pitiful. So get up and open the door, let her out. Hear the cat door clatter, and see the dark shadow hurry across the covered balcony to the cat door to that part of the balcony where her cat tray is. Open the door and go to the bathroom, the cat has started the systems working.
Return to bed.
It is seven in the morning on Christmas Day
Get up again, make a cup of coffee take the pills, a bit of bread and salami.
Read the news.
There is nothing profound happening today, it is just another Christmas, the family asleep, the cat back at the door.
Let her in.
She jumps onto the welcome lap and lets her head be stroked. She does not care that it is Christmas either.
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