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He awakes and the first thing on his mind is food....Not for himself but for the creatures he loves.
Should he look after the birds first or the cats ?
He knew he must also feed his wife but pushes the thought aside. He didn't want his first feelings of pleasure to diminish.
He was pleased at the way things were going. Two months ago when the kitten first came to live with him there were just the two of them,he had been very lonely then but now he was happy with a creature to talk to. His wife was rather dull. She didn't say much.
He and the kitten got on just fine. Lately he had the idea of feeding the kitten at the front of the house in the garden. It was exciting for him to see all the wild cats of the area gather around him as he threw handful after handful of of dried fish food to them.
"This is taking too long" he complained to himself "The pigeons are waiting for me". He noticed there were now five cats. One much heavier than the others as it dragged itself into the gang.
He shooed them away gently and changed bags from the handles of his wheelchair. "Come on down " he softly called to the wood pidgeons gathered around the high roof next door and down they flew feathers gently floating in the pleasant morning sun. The cats now keeping their distance quite jealous of the attention their friend was giving to the wood pidgeons.
He hoped the food delivery man wouldn't let him down. He was on the last bag of cat food and bird seed.
He smiled in anticipation as he heard the squeaking noise which he knew was the delivery van coming around the corner. "Thank heavens it's here" he said to himself. He smirked at the annoyance the woman next door would have. She didn't like the van parking in her drive. He hadn't told the driver he mustn't park there.He got a quirky satisfaction out of the womans silent anger. Now he had to go inside and feed his wife!
She had become akward lately! She would only eat fish and maybe some nuts. He pondered about what was wrong with her. "Maybe she was having a crisis". Then he wondered, as he put the nice piece of fish onto a plate ,"should he save it for the cats and give her the nuts"?
He dwelt on this for a while then he heard her banging her stick which meant she was calling him. In his anger he put the nuts aside with the fish. Making sure he covered them safely from the hungry flies and put the toast on the tray with a lump of margerine.
He carefully manipulated the wheelchair into the bedroom of the bungalow and grumpily handed the tray,with the toast and tea, to his wife.
His mind was on the cats waiting for the fish he had saved them......and the nuts for the birds...