A Day in the Life of Luna: The Cat's Perspective
It's 4:30 a.m., and everything is still dark and quiet in my palace, but it's the start of my working day, and nobody ever called me lazy. So I start my day with my usual morning routine. First, I stretch my long, sleek body and jump off my spot on the sofa backrest, which has been my favorite place to sleep for a few weeks.
I used to climb discretely onto the bed, check if Alex was still sleeping, and then leave the bedroom. But recently noted that he appreciates it when I unexpectedly jump on him. I know that because he reacts more enthusiastically to my presence and tries to wave at me to show appreciation.
I'm always good for my purrrsonnel, and listen to his wishes, so I'll continue this new routine. Perhaps I can even make my jump more purrrfect by jumping straight from the sofa onto his legs. I'll try that tomorrow; I know he will enjoy that. And maybe I should start a bit earlier, so he doesn't have to wait for me so long.
It's time for a bit of exercise. I have trained my staff to return my two little balls to the bookshelf every morning. Today I start with the fluffy leopard-skin-colored one. I hit it, run after it, and hit it again. It tumbles down the stairwell. Good. Next one. I know he often has trouble finding the smaller ball; with one hit with my right paw, it ends under the bookshelf. That will keep him busy for a while when he finally gets out of bed. To complete my morning exercise, I take a run, jump on the carpet, and slide down toward the wall. I love it and share my success with loud meows.
When he finally gets out of bed at 7 a.m. I always have to remind him to feed me. Not that there isn't any cat food left of my dinner, but I want to avoid him thinking he can just provide my food once a day. So he brings me a bowl of the finest cat food and places it on the floor for me to enjoy.
It's now time to inspect my kingdom. I stroll around the house to ensure everything is in order. I find a box that doesn't belong in the corridor, sniff it on all sides, and add some of my lovely smelling pheromones to it to mark that it's okay.
A nap is next on my agenda. I find my way to my plush cat bed and curl up into a ball, dreaming of mice, birds, and the leopard skin ball that he still didn't find back. It's just a short nap, one of many I will have today, and I wake up when my servant comes in with a toy mouse. I pounce on it, chasing it around the room and batting it with my paws. I am in a playful mood and continue to explore my kingdom, imagining myself as a fearless predator. After all, I did just beat the toy mouse.
It's time for lunch, and my stomach growls. I go to the cat bowl, sniff the food, lick my paw, and take a few bites before drinking from my water bowl.
After lunch, I check if he is still in his office. He loves to look at that screen, not unlike my looking at bright spots on the wall on a sunny day. But I will never see the fun of looking at that flat screen. His office has a warm chair with a cozy pillow, a good spot for my next nap.
As the day winds down, I get restless and do some more exploring. Finally, I jump onto his desk, curious about what he is always doing there. I meow and bat at the keyboard, trying to understand its strange noises, but I am scolded and lifted off the desk.
The day is almost over, and I am getting tired. I tell him it is time to go to bed; he needs some convincing, but my arguments are solid, and he gives in. I make my way back to my sofa and jump in, ready for a good night's sleep. I close my eyes, content in the knowledge that I'm a good employer and my servant seems happy to take care of my every need. I drift to sleep, dreaming of my next day of being pampered and spoiled.
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😂 Thanks Lizzie
Such a lovely story. So well written.