Morning Routine

He comes into the kitchen with "Meow!"
I look down at him, "What is it now?"

He comes closer, rubs my leg with a "Meow."
I stare at him with the question, "What is it now?"

He looks at me now with consternation. 
Again I ask the burning question, "What is it now?"

He approaches with great determination.
He bites my legs and climbs my thigh.
He wants food now! He wants it now!

Blood running from my leg profusely,
I struggle across the kitchen floor
and open up the cabinet door.

He grips my leg a bit more loosely.
I open a can; dish to the floor.
He hugs my bleeding leg no more.

He sniffs the dish ever so lightly.
Then walks away with his tail held uprightly.