Writings in the Sand

Things That End

I am anxious to see today become yesterday. Today is the last day of June and it is also the last day of our current heat wave. I don’t remember welcoming July in hopes of cooler weather ever before in my life.

I am beginning to think it’s also the end of my coffee maker. It still makes coffee but it coughs and spits all over the countertop. It does produce a cup of coffee very quickly, however. I have to decide if I hate wiping up the spills more than I hate waiting for my coffee.

My grumpy mood was short-lived, because my attitude was accosted immediately by the antics of the cat. She and I locked eyes the moment I entered the room. When she was sure she had my attention, she began her morning rolls and stretches upon the top of her cat tree. These movements are meant to show off her fit and sleek feline physique in such a way that I will be powerless to resist. I will be drawn to her, overcome by the urge to stroke her silken coat. She will then have me in her grasp, clasping my hands with sharp claws and gently biting my hand. I believe she does this to remind herself that I do not taste very good and this is one of the reasons that she does not give in to her wilder instincts and try to eat me. Besides, I am the source of tastier food and can be commanded to play with her at any time by staring at me with large, round eyes.

I am enjoying the brief respite from heat this early morning, but it’s time to get a few things done before the day heats up.