I woke up with a weight on my chest. Opening my eyes, I found a small,
nose an eighth of an inch from mine and
green eyes staring at me.
"Good morrrning," my cat greeted me
.
"Mmmm, morning, Snowball" I mumbled. My eyes closed. A
paw poked my cheek, and they flew open again.
"Time to get up," Snowball told me. She started to purr.
"What time is it?" I asked
.
"I don't know," my cat replied, somehow still purring. "I can't tell time." She sat up.
"Oof!" I exclaimed as her weight settled. "Don't you come the
prawn with me, Kitty."
She was
alert. "Prrrawns? Where are there prrrawns?"
I sighed. "It's an
expression. It means don't try to pull...er, tell me something that isn't true." I squirmed. It didn't help. Snowball stayed planted on my chest.
"You're the
kitty in the world," I went on with a mix of exasperation and amusement. "I have no doubt you could read the clock if you wanted to."
Her tail twitched. "Time is an illusion".
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yes," she replied. She blinked.
Well, that put me in my place. Turning my head, I peered at the clock on the nightstand. "8:17," I complained, "and on a Saturday! The one day I don't have to get up for work, or for church, and can sleep as late as I like."
Snowball stepped from my body to the mattress, paused a moment, and jumped to the floor. She spoke
as she strolled toward the door. "I'm
."
Ah, I thought, now we get to the nub of the matter.
I sat up
and threw back the covers as the tip of her tail disappeared through the doorway.
Time might or might not be an illusion, I thought
, struggling into my bathrobe. But when you belonged to a cat, it certainly wasn't your own.
I gave the pillow one
look before turning toward the door. One thing was for sure: While Snowball was in my life - and I hoped she would be for a
time - I wouldn't be sleeping in.