Day has come to an end.
The light in Fanny’s room is beginning to slip through the Venetian blinds and soon, at exactly 6:30am, her Mickey Mouse alarm clock will sound, she will stretch her legs out long and sit up like a rag doll on the edge of her bed.
As for me, I’m exhausted.
And I wish someone would oil my wheel.
In a tight ball, with my head tucked under my chest, I push my body down into my nest. After all, I’ve run a mile today on my wheel in keeping with my philosophy that a sound body equals a sound mind.
I must admit that I can be a cranky little cuss but who wouldn’t be a bit peeved when awakened after a marathon jog on a circle going nowhere?
Down in my nest, deep in my nest, I ensconce myself and shut my eyes as the light brightens and Fanny’s day begins.
My body relaxes; my heartbeat slows.
But a noise startles me and through the tiny door of my cage, a fleshy hand is coming at me with pink fingertips enlarging by the moment. Down I go, as far as my nest will allow, in an all out effort to avoid the grasp of this claw.
Good Morning Buddy!
It’s me, Fanny.
Oh boo, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo.
Let me see that cute little face with those twitching little whiskers.
For God’s sake, child. Why do you insist on grasping me under my arms as if I am a napkin ring?
Cupping my body in her hand, Fanny pulls me out of my home and away from my warm nest, cradling me close to her nightgown and we both sit down on the rug.
For God’s sake, don’t you know I have been busy all day, traveling from one hot pink plastic tube to another, in search of fame?
I yawn, exposing my sharp yellow teeth.
You’re such a good boy, Buddy. What would I do without you?
Boo, boo, boo, boo, boy, Buddy-boy.
Fanny!! Get going to the bathroom. School starts in 1 hour. I expect you to be in the kitchen for breakfast in 20 minutes. Put Buddy back now.
The Lord has spoken, Fanny. Put me back.