S is for Scruffy -- what else could it be?
The clock moved inexorably towards seven-o'clock. Scruffy stood up and stretched his stiff back limbs. He had been sitting sentry duty at the patio window watching for any stray cats since first light.
Now to move on to his second duty of the day, but first a short snack. That done, he scrambled silently up the stairs to the only bedroom of significance. There were two lumps in the bed, looking like sacks of potatoes, and they were giving off soft snores. With a quick leap and a chirrup he settled on the bed and began to purr up a storm. The bodies stirred a little -- at least one of them did . 'She' lay still, sleeping snuggled under the sheets.
Scruffy stepped lightly over the stationary body and saw 'his' hand move. 'He' waggled his fingers and that was the sign that it was time for sticky, salty kisses. Scruffy's kisses were not the slobbery kind but were soft and warm; a genuine show of affection developed to show his sincere appreciation for being rescued from the shelter. It hadn't been too bad there. It was warm, dry and there was always plenty of food but Susie who shared his room along with several other cats, was sassy and spiteful. Besides he would sooner have the solicitous attention from humans he could trust.
After sufficient finger waggling, and some gentle strokes over his silken fur, Scruffy slowly descended (to prevent the shock to his joints) to the floor again knowing that 'he', with a sigh and a stretch would follow shortly. Seconds later he was bounding down the stairs criss-crossing in front of him. This was the part of the day that was super special. He waited at the spot at the foot of the stairs. 'He' spoke to him gently and scooped him up settling him with one hand securely under his back legs. His front legs hooked over the other arm.
"Shall we see what's out there, Scruffy? Did you send off any scurvy interlopers?" he asked. They walked to the patio window where from his new height Scruffy could sit in splendor and survey his domain.
After a few moments of this, it was time for a snack again then back upstairs to see if 'she' was stirring. No such luck. He knew that sitting on the bed would only send her back to sleep. There was one way to get her to struggle out of bed, but he was much too polite a cat to do that. Ooops! He shouldn't have even thought about it. He could feel his stomach sloshing. Oh dear, oh dear....
"Oh Scruffy! She sat up swiftly and sighed. Ah well, he thought sadly. Mission accomplished.
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