I awoke to a strange
crinkling sound close to my face. When you live among the natural and
unnatural, you learn not to open your eyes until your brain is fully
engaged and mine was mired in the quicksand of sleep being pulled
into dreamtime. The crinkling refused to go away. It was right in my
face, literally. Slowly I pried one eye open hoping to focus but only
seeing blue. Ah, now it was time to get both eyes open and see what
was crinkling and blue.
I found Ningee
holding the empty temptations bag in her mouth, shaking it in my
face. She has learned to communicate. The empty temptations bag
delivered to the human must result in food. At first it only meant
kitty treats. Now it means all food. It is 9 in the morning and the
Ningee belly has proclaimed it breakfast. It is too bad the creaking
body of the old human disagrees because the human knows she will lift
herself up and feed the cat. She doesn't want to see or feel the next
level of communications.
