Morning is one of my favorite times.
Quietly I get up, as Sharon is sleeping still,
and find my self walking in the dark with two cats
toward the kitchen.
Filling the tea kettle with water,
Carol jumps up on the counter purrring.
We bump forheads, as I carry the kettle to the
gas stove and the burner clicks before
the POOOOOOFFFFFFFFF as it lights.
Snowy is passing back and forth,
rubbing my shins and
making little sounds
reminding me that my
most important
duty
is to
feed
the cats their morning wet food.
But I take out the old coffee filter and put a new
empty
Snowy loves fresh water and he prefers
to drink only the fresh, top layer of the water dish.
We call that the "water cream"
since cream floats to the top
and is the sweetest taste.
He has diabetes, though that didn't come from
water cream,
rather his excessive drinking of water
was a s
ymptom of diabetes.
Now it is controlled to a degree
with insulin injections
twice a
day.
He's a good friend.