I nestle my head against the soft blanket, stretching my arms and legs. A squeak escapes my mouth and I yawn as I open my eyes the bright light streaming through. The morning sun shines from the windows as I arch my back and glance at my human. It appears by her peaceful face and her closed eyes it is not yet her time to rise. But I find myself awake and in need of a tickle or scratch behind my ear. I walk over to her side of the bed and knead my paws into her side. A meow bellows from my croaky morning voice as I nudge into her face. She groans in her sleep and turns over. Well it was worth a try. I jump of the bed, shaking my head and ringing my bell. I love that sound, makes me feel important. Maybe time for some food but no my human still has not arisen to feed me. Off to glance at some birds hungrily I guess. I walk over to the window and see my reflection through it. Well I think if looks could kill then I could kill every bird in those trees. I see my soft, glimmering ginger coat and yellow big eyes staring back at me. I would be scared if I was a bird, I mean I’m quite intimidating. If only I could get beyond this see though glass and run my paws through the soft grass. Chase the birds and call to them. There is a big fat bird in the tree, I lick my lips. I wonder if it tastes like that chicken I get every morning or better. But I will never find out as my human tries to tame me daily. I do love her but the thing is, I’m a wild animal and that I’m tame.

I hear my human getting out of bed in the next room, walking over to the kitchen. Well I guess it’s time to pester her again. I follow her back into her room as she sits in her chair drinking her morning coffee. Hmmm that lap looks nice, I jump onto the chair and then again into her lap, purring and bumping into her hand for more head scratches. “Good morning Milkhy”, she says and she stares down lovingly at me and kissing my head. I always like those kisses, makes me feel warm. But not only that I always like the mornings before my human leaves the house for today. I stretch out my paws and drift off, making use of the warmth of her and dream about a time when I can escape and eat that yummy bird. Well who knows if it’s yummy but I know one day I will be curious and smart enough to escape and taste it.