Early morning is the hour of the cat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He\u2019s always up when I am, oh-four-thirty or so<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the moon high, waning gibbous today but still enough light to see with his bright cat eyes \u2013 we are well paired in this low light<\/p>\n\n\n\n
he speaks impeccable English, better than my Cat, but we need no words<\/p>\n\n\n\n
we emerge for coffee and his bowl and the quiet companionship of the black and white hour, this pale gray time of day<\/p>\n\n\n\n
he stands on my shoulders as I stand on those who support me, to look out these windows, to have windows out of which to look and<\/p>\n\n\n\n
we watch, silent, as the skyhue clockface spins the horizon from black to silver gray to slowly purple peach and patch of bright and brighter bang! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
That first pale yellow ray, streaming through the trees, heralds the changing of the hour, squinting in the light, and <\/p>\n\n\n\n
just like the clockwork sun<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the dog wakes up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Early morning is the hour of the cat. He\u2019s always up when I am, oh-four-thirty or so the moon high, waning gibbous today but still enough light to see with…<\/p>\n