Morning all. I hope your week got off to a good start. Mine is going pretty well. I woke up before my alarm, which always throws me a little but otherwise, I am doing pretty good. Coffee is brewing so while I wait, let’s jump into the morning prompt. Timers at the ready and off we go.
I only started to see a glimmer of where I was going by the time I reached the end. Not my favorite, but I think I can use the cat.
Tuesday, July 29th: The cat sprawled on the bed.
The cat sprawled on the bed. He looked like a deflated plush toy, his sprawl thinning him out as he lay. For a moment I was surprised. When contemplating Feliz, svelte was not the word that came to mind. As I looked, I spotted the bulge. As Felix sprawled his fat slipped to one side and was partially hidden in the shadows of a throw pillow.
I snorted to myself and the cat lifted his head slightly, His eyes slit open for just a moment and he stared at me. I was certain he knew what I was thinking.
“Why that bed?” I asked the cat. His response was to close his eyes and lay his head back down, completely unconcerned. “Better not let Agatha catch you.” I warned. The cat might have actually been a plush toy for all the attention he gave me. I shrugged and looked towards the dresser. Agatha said she would leave the notebook for me, and she had. I picked it up and left her bedroom.
Behind me I heard a thump and then as I looked back to the doorway, Felix sauntered out.
“Smart move,” I told him.
Agatha was not a friend of cats. She admired them, their grace, their athleticism and their attitude. She thought of them as intelligent apex predators. But because of her allergies, she preferred admiring them from afar. While she took medication while she stayed with us, she still preferred Felix kept his distance.
‘Especially since Felix was running a bit contrary to her ideas of what a cat was. He had the attitude but the athleticism and grace seemed to have passed him by. I contemplated Felix crossing the room. He placed each foot carefully and sighed heavily when his footsteps took him from the lush carpeting to the tiles. I was willing to swear her frowned with disgust at the change in floor coverings. Still his favorite spot in the sun was in the breakfast room window and he couldn’t get there without crossing the kitchen tile.
He managed the travers and jumped up into the small cat sized fainting couch that had been placed in the spot where the sun would be nearly continuous throughout the day. He became boneless once in the chair, but with the sun full on his body and no throw pillows to throw shade, his bulges were visible.
“He’s putting on weight again,” I thought. Normally I would say that any creature’s weight was their own concern, but the vet was concerned. And when the vet put Felix on a diet, we all knew about it. I frowned. ‘How is he putting on weight?’ Everyone had been so careful to make certain he couldn’t get into things that he shouldn’t and his food was portioned out. He shouldn’t be gaining weight.
“Unless he found a new source of treats.”
Hearing me, Felix turned his head to look at me. “You know if you cheat on your diet it will just last longer,” I told him. As I too was making efforts to slim down it was advice I told myself often. I knew he didn’t understand and deeply resented the smaller amounts of food and reduction of treats, but he still narrowed his eyes as though suspecting my collusion with the vet.
Ten til Midnight 