Another Perfect Day Begins
By B. Gallatin
Published: October 16, 2007

Waking it is dark outside; stretching, yawning my ears pick up rhythmic breathing of those sleeping. While patrolling the house checking, I go to the kitchen and get a drink of water. While drinking I hear birds outside.

Slipping out to the yard quietly strolling beside the wall in the shadows to the break in the wall; then leaping to the top where I can survey the rock island in the central yard with the bird bath. The sun is reaching the top of the wall. Basking in the sun's warmth, I wait for the birds from here; nothing escapes my gaze. There’s a squirrel but it is two yards away. My eyes are fixed for it fascinates me with its rapid moves.

Suddenly alarms are going off throughout the neighborhood. Listening for the familiar; there it is. I jump down and head for the house. Entering the kitchen the routine pleases me. Familiar noises of people rising, water running, radios, and televisions. Soon someone will be downstairs and I will greet them and they me.

It's the beginning of another Purrrrr-fect day.