Mew, mew, poke, mew, mew, poke.
Go away.
Mew, mew, MEW, poke, poke
Go away.
Finally in muddled, sleep entrenched annoyance I push her little body away! from me.
KA THUNK!
Oh... my ... god. I think I've killed her. I bolt upright apologies already spouting from my lips.
"Oh sweetie, baby, are you OK?? Oh Mama's SOOOOO sorry."
I flip on the light and she is lying on the floor not moving but looking at me with the most *shocked* expression.
Oh.. my ..god... she's paralyzed! I pick her little body up. She is still looking at me in shocked, appalled stillness. Panic almost sets in when:
Squirm, squirm, RUN AWAY!!!!!
She's fine. However, that look said it all.
"How *could* you! My own Meowmy, PUSH me away like that! When I am HUNGRY! I am a HUNGRY kitty and I want my food and you PUSHED me away!!!!"
Sigh...
"Suggie want some food??"
It was a pretty sunrise. 
Copyright © Karen Chuplis
July 16, 2001
