Wake Up Call

"Mommy! Mommy! Wake Up!" she yelled and she ran this way and that around the room.  She would jump up on the bed where her mom slept, then across the room to the window.  Then she would do it all over again, all the time her collar jiggling the identification tags that were there.

"Amber leave me alone.  I want to sleep," said the girl that was on the bed who had raised Amber from a kitten.

"But it is something really important," was Amber's quick reply as she emphasized the "really important" part by lengthing the words.  She was currently sitting on top of her mother and looking into the sleepy eyes. 

"Yes, yes I know.  It is always really important when you wake me up in the morning.  It also always has something to do with your food dish.  Now let me sleep," was her mother's exasperated reply as she turned over on her side causing Amber to tumble off the bed. 

"Well then you leave me no choice," with that she started her second wake up plan.  She started with chewing on a piece of plastic that was on the floor then ran over to some papers that were on the floor and rolled on them, making them crumple.  Then She jumped up on to the table that sat in the middle of the room.  Her mother used it for all kinda of different things and Amber knew she was not aloud up there.

"Amber! Get down from there!"  the shout rang loud and clear through the house.  Amber did as she was told knowing if she didn't she would be getting more than she had wanted.  To many times before had she knocked something important off that table.  Once it had been her grandmother's music box that her mom treasured so much.  The music box had broken, and Amber had hided for half a day before her mom's anger was no longer directed at her.

"Alright show me," was her mother's reply to this last drastic act.  But it had worked and Amber happily showed her mother to her food dish.  "You still have food."

"But there are ants on it!" Amber's eyes grew big at the thought of her food being left like that. 

"And why are there ants in your food?"

"Because they found it last night."

"How could they have found the food if there was a water moat around it?"

"Because I drank the moat."

"So it is your own fault."

"But I was thirsty."

"You have a bowl of water sitting right there and there is plenty still in it."

"But the moat water tastes better."

"Well then you can eat the food with the ants in it and get some each protein," said her mom as she walked out of the room and back to her own bed, which welcomed her like an old friend into a warm embrace.  Knowing she would not get any sympathy from her as long as she was sleepy she headed out to find someone else who would sympathize with her.  Finding Uncle Ron in the living room she jumped up on his lap and said with her most innocent eyes.

"Mommy's being mean to me."  And just like she predicted he patted her on the head and gave her the pity she wanted.

Rainy Days

The girl carefully climbed on top of the cupboards that sat beneath the window in her bedroom.  She had already placed blankets and pillows there to make it more comfortable.  She must have looked rather odd trying to get on top of the cupboards.  What she wore did not help make it look any less odd either.  She wore a pair of gray jeans, a long sleeve shirt, a scarf, on black sock, one white sock, and an old trench coat that was to big for her.  Once on top of the cupboards she reached down again and pulled up her mug of hot cocoa and her book.  Once settled in among her blankets and pillows she reminded people of her own cat, who happened to happened to be on the cupboard next to hers.  The cat was just like her in the way they were both wrapped up in blankets.

Many people, if they knew of this habit of hers, would laugh and call it strange but to her it was no different than sitting on a window seat.  The only difference was that this "seat" was higher up and could store a lot more in them.  That make shift window seat was her favorite place to watch the rain or just curl up and read a book on cool days.  That day particular day had been the first rainy day of the season.  To sit there and watch the rain drops pitter patter on the ground made her heart want to sing.  She loved rainy days.  They were always so rare in that area, so she never got tired of them.  She soaked in the sight of the rain like friendly cats soaks in attention.  She saw the pots she had planted the day before get watered with the rain.  Water droplets collected on the leaves of the trees before they ran off the leaf, like a child running off a diving board.  An orange tabby was curled up under the picnic table giving the girl a look of annoyance at the fact that the girl was not coming out to pet him.  Having filled herself with the sight she picked up her book and settled herself in for a good long read.