Dear Diary,

5:25 AM

The humans have yet to get out of bed, and there is no sign of movement. I don’t know how long I can go without a fresh scoop of kibble in my pristine dish. I know there is still food in my bowl, however, it no longer looks appealing to me now.

5:30 AM

The loud ringing started again as it does every morning. It notifies me that it is breakfast time. My parents have gotten out of bed and stopped the alarm. Excitedly, I run to my full dish for food. As I look back, I notice my parents have laid back down. Oh no, this will not do.

5:30:01 AM

I think I should check this situation out. As I jump onto the bed, I notice them curled up sleeping peacefully. Maybe I should make sure they remembered me. Let me see if I can wake them up and get their attention by nudging them. I hop up on my momma’s chest and give her head nudge’s. She itches her face as my whiskers tickle her. Well she doesn’t seem to be getting up anytime soon, so let me lay my plump self-down here.  

5:31 AM

My mother opened her eyes and gasped for air. I think she realized she forgot about me. She pushes me off her chest and gets up. I walk side by side her to my dish. She opens the glorious food container and portions out some kibble for my sister and I. While the food falls into the bowls, I start meowing out of happiness. My momma pets me before she walks away. As I approach the bowls, I realize I was not hungry at all. Did Pavlov trick me with classical conditioning? 

Spirit