A soft meow awoke me the next morning.

The next morning, the cat woke me up at 5 o’clock.

Her blue eyes stared glared into mine.

“Stupid cat.” I muttered, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.

She let out a meow, and trotted out of my room.

My eye twitched. “What?” I questioned. “What do you want? It’s too early for anyone to function.”

“Kirsten always fed me when the clock looked like that,” She easily replied. “I’ve gotten used to it.”

“Well, I’m not Kirts-” I stopped at stared at her. “W-what?”

“Don’t look at me like that!” She snapped, and hopped onto the counter.

“Am I crazy, or what?” I asked myself.

“I know!” She raised a paw in the air.

“It’s a rhetorical-” I stopped in mid-sentence. “I am losing it.”