It’s a warm spring morning (at least in my story, folks)...

And cats are singing everywhere (I mean birds) and the cats are warming my desk (I mean the sun’s beams).  A light wind blew through the screened window moving the winter cats (I mean dust) gently about the house.  I rise from my cocoon of cats (I mean blankets) and yawn mightily. 

I struggle out from under the heavy cats (I mean blankets) and rise to begin my day.  The floor is covered in cats lying all over the place (I mean cat toys) and I have to step over and around them to make my way down stairs.  My light footsteps seem so loud to me that they echo through the house (I mean the cats’ footsteps as they race down the stairs).  I get into the kitchen and turn on the coffee pot while the soft whispers of the spring morning (I mean the yowls of the cats) dance throughout the kitchen.

The hot liquid of my coffee along with the shot of caffeine wakes me up well and I take my first bite of cereal.  Silence fills the air (I mean the cats are screaming for their share) as I pick up the morning paper to see what has been happening.  The paper crinkles as I read (I mean the cats swat at the paper) and I try to ignore the distraction.  Suddenly I tip over my bowl (I mean the cat paw from the chair beside me tips over my bowl) and milk and cereal go everywhere.  Immediately, I grab a paper towel to try to clean the mess, but the mess is gone before I can get there, thanks to the cats.  *SIGH* I wonder what lunch will be like.