Well that aint fuckin right
they reminded him of his
granddaughter whod sneak into his bed early morning to cuddle
Did you dream sweetheart he asked
sleepily
she said she did and elaborated
Did you dream, grampa?
I did he elaborated
afterwards they sighed smiled
looked deep in each others eyes they
enjoyed that they confidedcontinued forming their bond
then shed roll over onto her back
as he anticipatedexpected lay there for a moment
Grampa. I’m hungry.
Then its time for breakfast
she was always enthusiastic about
food
then too many times his daughter came into the kitchen as he prepared breakfast What are you doing?
Making breakfast
his granddaughter retreated cowered
Do you know what time it is?
Time for breakfast
No. Both you back to bed. Honey, go to bed.his granddaughter trailed off sheepishly Dad. You know what time it is?
No Gia said she was hungry Breakfast
You look outside?
Theres not a window in the basement
It’s still dark, Dad. It’s just
past fourthirty.
Fuuck
Yeah. Go back to bed. We’ll have breakfast
together in another three hours.
Fuuck
No that aint fuckin right
his kittensnine weeks old played
their Magic Fingers across the bed over up an across his body he
didnt need quarters then his queen walked up onto his chest and muzzled his face
Is it time october
he smacked his lips
she knew
the kittens were attentive
they were beginning to follow the
lipsmacking food would soon be in
the offing
he liked their quick intelligence
he stretched
they began to anticipate his
movements they leapt off the bed congregated at its foot
Awright babies TIME TO EAT! he smacked his lips
they followed him into the
kitchen at their mothers heels
he served up their portions
they doubled back into the
bedroom where he fed themwhere they fed at their mothers teats under the highboy
then he doubled out to feed
indie the odd man out when a woman a female is in the throes of
caring for their first borntheir first litter theyre unhinged for all the right reasons and indie was paying those dues
not
fair
but then who said lifes fair
he successfully negotiated
herding cats
try that sometime
he was a superior animal
when the gymnastics were over he
looked at the clock
FUCK
he went to bed at three
it was just past eight
his cats followed their bellies
like his granddaughter did
he wasnt pointing any fingers
he was just saying
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