It’s 5:00am. The humans have not yet roused from the bedroom to pet me and give me treats. I will jump on the bed, walking across them and talk to them to assure they are still alive.
It’s 5:30am. My actions earlier were not appreciated although were only out of concern for the humans. Once again my love was only returned by being thrown off the bed. But the humans remain comatose. Perhaps the earlier response was not a conscious reaction. Could it have been an accident? Was mother in the midst of death throes and I was merely in the way? I shall once again jump on the bed, walk across the humans and talk to them to assure they are alive.
It is 5:45am. There is no mistake, the humans are alive, but I am not sure if they are well. Mother once again threw me off the bed but she shouted my name. She also mentioned something about “Saturday” but why? We do this every morning…. Was she calling me to come back? I am confused. I will lament my situation by singing loudly in the language of my people.