A Rigor-ous Morning

A Rigor-ous Morning

Rigor awoke. It was still dark out. But he was ravenously hungry.

After stretching fore and aft luxuriously, he pussyfooted his way into the bedroom. He jumped on the bed, so that his ten-pound weight felt like fifty and made his way up to the pillow end. Once there, he slid down under the covers to the bottom of the bed and began to lick at toes vigorously.

“Stop it! Riggy, it’s too early to get up,” mumbled his mom drowsily.

Rigor headed back up the other side of the bed, until he reached the spare human’s chest. Once there, he laid on it, poked his head out from under the covers and started his motor.

“Riggy! Will you stop? You’re louder than Dad’s snoring!” said the voice.

Because it was dark and he knew he was being ignored, Rigor didn’t bother to look or act offended. He slid from under the blankets and thunder footed away. Once in the living room, he knew where his next stop would be.

He jumped up on the mantlepiece noiselessly. With the skill of a dancer, he wove his way to the target area. Although almost mesmerized by the gold and glass,he made a stop.

He lifted his left front paw then swiped. It teetered dangerously, but did not fall. Displeased with himself, Rigor gave a silent hiss.

He lifted the same paw once more and hit the decanter harder. By the time it flew off the mantle to the floor, Rigor was gone, leaving the chaos behind him.

“We’re up! We’re up!” Mom and Spare yelled at once as the crashing of crystal startled and shocked them.

As for Rigor, he was sitting placidly in front of the refrigerator waiting with what he considered patience, to be fed.