I have been patiently waiting, I can
hear him stirring behind that huge
door, the giant awakes.

He emerges, I am careful to not
get stepped on, even as I greet him
with friendly rubs up against his
naked shins, as always, he pats my
head, rubs my neck. I murmur a
greeting song and he responds in kind.

We stop at the big glass door to admire
the birds and new day. I perk up at the
sight of the winged ones jumping and
feeding on the ground outside. A quite
vibration sound comes from within me,
it happens often, I'm not sure why.

I have ventured outside a few times,
it can be cold and wet out there, I think
I prefer the inside the best.

All my attention is upon my rumbling
stomach and my empty food dish in the
kitchen. The giant leads me there, one
last look outside at the birds and then
eagerly I follow him as I do every day,
everywhere. He calls me Cat, I don't
know why.

The giant is my dearest friend and then
my food dish comes in a close second.
Later he will let me sit on his warm lap
and scratch me under my chin and perhaps
rub my belly, I always enjoy  that.