He lay on the couch, feet sprawled out and one limb reaching out over the edge. It was a lazy Sunday morning and all seemed in order, but he was still restless. The night before had been a crazy adventure - he was being chased by some young punk and he nearly missed throwing punches, thank goodness for his agility and strength. He was able to get himself and his brother away without being hurt.
But this morning he wanted something more. Since moving down south, things seemed more foreign than ever. He no longer heard the wailing of sirens or yelling on the street. Those noises were replaced by loud cicadas and birds chirping happily. He wasn’t sure which was better. At least there was no longer that dank smell of marijuana wafting in from the hallways, thanks to inconsiderate or defiant neighbors.
The bedroom door opened and he lifted his head to see his dad coming into the living room. He’d recently had surgery and was up and about after a week and a half. It was nerve wracking for a while as his dad was in a lot of pain. He made sure to be by his side to offer emotional support. But now his dad was walking around and doing things on his own.
He stretched and stood up from the couch and went over to the window. That was one of his favorite places to visit in the morning. Birds and lizards and insects passed by the window and made for a interesting study. He sat watching and following them for a while before he noticed his mom come in from the garden.
She always smelled of tomatoes when she came back in. He didn’t like tomatoes, they reminded him of tunafish because the can made the same noise. But she smelled so good when she smelled of tomatoes. He made sure to greet her in the hallway and smelled her hands. Such a sweet smell, mixed with her own scent that made his whiskers wiggle with delight. He watched as she replaced her garden shoes for her warm sock slippers then headed for the couch. Next to looking out the window, the couch was his number one favorite place.
She swung her feet onto the couch and adjusted a pillow behind her back. Next, she threw a blanket over herself then picked up her iPad. She was going to work some more on things humans use computers for. He waited for her to get comfortable, then jumped up onto her lap and circled twice to find the right spot. A few more moments kneading the blanket and he finally settled in for the remainder of the morning. What a wonderful life to be a cat he thought as she gently stroked his head and under his chin.
