He meowed at the door. It was just 6am but she was wide awake. “I’m coming. I’m coming,” she yelled to him. Once the door was opened, he cried past her and seated himself on the dining table. “Good morning, child,” she yawned to him. But the child kept on crying, or rather, meowing. He was hungry after all night outside with his girlfriends and male enemies. “Stop crying,” she pleaded. He did stop. As soon as the bowl of fish was placed in front of him.