HARVEY THE CAT AT SUNRISE
I don’t know why she won’t just get out of bed. I mean, she’s just sitting there. I’m just SO EXCITED. I NEED her to get up. I just don’t know what to do…maybe if I just step over there and make a little scratchy noise with my paws…that might get her attention.
Harvey stands up an all fours in the corner of the
bedroom, and walks toward the bed. He
knows that what he is about it do is NOT going to work in his favor, yet he
can’t help but try, just one last time.
He lifts his paws, effortlessly extends his claws and makes the softest
contact with the box spring when…POW!
Water comes shooting at him, full speed.
Oh dear God, why, why, why.
Water, the stinging feel of this horrid liquid spreading over my
pristine and laboriously groomed fur.
Oh, it feels like blades digging under my skin and tearing my veins
apart, like nails scratching a chalkboard for eternity, like the incessant loud
beeps of a smoke alarm that will just not turn off.
Harvey retreats, sprinting out of the
bedroom, and down the stairs, to safety.
When he hops off the last step, he immediately attends to the affected
area with his tongue.
Oh dear tongue, dear saliva, please, please, wash away this
nastiness. Cleanse me of this dreadful
water!
Harvey sits there for several minutes, licking frantically,
until he can lick no more. He sits in silence, trying to recall what happened
and why. Sitting just below the bottom
step, he looks up the staircase, visualizing what is up there. He knows, yes, he knows.
Oh, I still just cannot understand, I cannot get this image
of her just LYING there in bed out of my mind.
Why oh why must she lie there?
Does she not see the sun is starting to peek its little head from the
clouds? That soon it will be light? This is prime running time, the time to be
awake, aware, explore, enjoy, live. She
must get up. She must!
Harvey looks up the staircase at his demise. Yet, he cannot help himself. The urge to try again, to give it just one more
try, it is too strong. He stealthily
climbs the first step.
Yes, this time it will work. A little noise, a little jump on the bed, a tap on the head, that will let her know, will MAKE her realize that it is truly time to rise.
Harvey slowly ascends the first few steps, then quickly
trots up the remaining stairs, runs into the room, and hurdles himself on the
bed, launching himself onto the delicious curly hair of his master. Before he can settle his claws into the sweet
tangles, he hears a loud noise, and feels himself being thrown off the
bed. Harvey straightens himself out
mid-air, then swiftly lands on the carpet.
He immediately breaks into a sprint, heading down the staircase.
I have failed again.
She will never understand my reason.
She only sleeps, sleeps, sleeps.
I am defeated, I have reached my end point. I must wallow in this loss, sit here in
silence, until she awakes.
The minutes tick by, but for Harvey time is not
passing. Patience is something he cannot
understand. He looks up the staircase,
willing himself to resist, to stay down, to not bear further punishment. He tries to hold back, he uses all of his
might, yet he feels his paw lifting toward the bottom stair….
Just one more try, just one more try. If I can just give her one little nudge, she
will see…
