“M-r-e-o-w! M-r-e-o-w! M-R-E-O-W!” K-pang, k-pang. “M-R-R-E-O-O-W-W-W!!!” Ah, the joyful sound of Kuro wanting out of Tina’s room in the morning. I roll out of bed, look at the clock and read 5:35 a.m. “Kuro,” I think to myself, “it’s Saturday! I don’t want to get up at 5:35 a.m. How is that Tina doesn’t hear you, and she sleeps in the same room with you?” It doesn’t matter, I’m awake now…and so are the rest of the pets. Everyone wants to eat, and I know they’ll never let me go back to sleep. So, I just resign myself to the fact that I’m getting up now, and I let Kuro out of Tina’s room.

She saunters up to me, her tail swishing gently back and forth. Ever so softly, she brushes against my leg as she meanders past me down the hall. It’s almost like it’s her little way of saying, “Thank you…it’s about time!”

“Mreow…” soft and sweet she speaks…not that she’s been freed. “Pbrrrr! Pbrrrr! She purrs, barely above a whisper, as she sits at the end hall appearing to ponder her next move. “Hmmm…isn’t there a frog in the kitchen somewhere?”