The cat sounds disgruntled, it is six in the morning, and it is mewing. It wants attention. Sit up on the edge of the bed, the small animal comes over and rubs it's head on the linen encased legs. Get up, see that the doors are opened. That is the lovely thing about summer, all the windows and the doors open, the air moving about the house freely.
What does the cat want? Go out to the kitchen, there is food in the cat's dish, that is in order. The cat only wants attention, bend down and scratch its head. Then make a cup of coffee, the first of what probably will be several cups this morning. Then read the news.
The cat walks by, goes to the bedroom door, reaches out with a paw to hook around the door and pull it open wide enough for it to pass.
Then it leaves, the tail standing erect, she seems in a huff. She disappears into the house somewhere, probably to some corner where she can sleep in peace.
There is no news worth reading today, on this Tuesday morning.
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