Ningee learns sign language

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.