Every Morning Is An Animal Morning

It’s warm and cozy in bed when I detect a cat quietly sauntering in the room. Up on the bed corner he jumps, and then sits, just staring at me I imagine. Just a few minutes more I think, to stay in this bed, so I pretend that I don’t notice. My eyes are still shut and next come the light tapping of the dog’s toenails on the floor. Doggy Morse code trying to say, wake up, its morning again, we have places to go. I try harder not to move, and then a whomp, it’s the second dog that comes to lie at the foot of the bed, just to reinforce what the first said. Am I imagining this, or am I getting furrier while still in bed? I try to not move a foot or a hand, a sure sign that they would all notice. Then the third dog comes in and nudges his nose in my ear, wet and tickly from all the whiskers. This makes me move, knowing its not my woofi-poo, but then again, its hard to tell. I still have my eyes shut, trying to pretend. Throwing the covers off, everyone jumps up at attention, getting ready for the great run down the stairs, but first I have to get some real clothes on, so I stagger around the room. Even the dust bunnies from under the bed follow me everywhere I go, it seems that they also want to join the fun. So we all run downstairs making a great noise, then stop just short at the bottom step, there’s woofi-poo, still sleeping, so it’s tiptoeing past to get outdoors. I stop the third dog from trying to kiss her in the ear as we pass, she might think it’s me, but then again it’s hard to tell. I’m all furry now as we fling the back door open, everyone’s out and it’s the start of another great Animal Morning. Written by Michael Eastman 9/11/2015