Morning visitor.

I usually have my mornings slow and quiet. I don't wake up terribly early but earlier than the others, nothing but the wind and my breathes as sound. Nothing but my body and the sun as warmth. I like to sit out the windows when I wake up to prevent myself from falling back asleep because I surely will. 

I love seeing presence of life. Tiny fur on the ground, old feathers, ants carrying some brown shit or the buzzing of bees and flies. Hmming of birds you never see, cobwebs of spiders you never meet. 

I went to get ready, the boring routine and all. Made me some tea and breakfast. I like coffee later in the morning not as I wake up. Sime time later I make my coffee and sit by the windows, when I turn around a rude call bullies my ears. 

I have a visitor. A Curious orange stray, very talkative. She has a white mouth like she's been drinking milk, however her coat in general is dull. Like your grandma's old bar mop towel, that you remember from since you were 7.

She doesn't seem to care tho, all the dirt and dullness. She's still bright, loud and social. I think she might be an abandoned kitty, way to nice and pretty for a feral. 

It sorta both made and ruined my day. to see such a pretty happy baby. Oh yes her presence solaced me in my daily drudgery of study. 

Yet it hurt, it's not fair I get to be at home, warm, hydrated and full. Yet she goes out there:begging, fighting, scaring and foraging  just to taste the luxuries I don't even consider. 

Well I should get back to my studies now.