The cat was crouched under the dining room table, meowing.
“The sun isn’t up yet, Oscar,” Mary told him. “I opened the blinds. When the sun comes up enough, you’ll have some light to lie in.”
Twenty minutes later he was still under the table and still meowing. Mary glanced into the living room. A patch of light lay on the carpet. She lifted Oscar and carried him into the living room. He leapt from her arms and curled himself contentedly into the spot of sunlight.
She shook her head as she went back to her chores. “Cats,” she muttered. “They act just like people.”
Loretta Miles Tollefson © 2014