A typical morning. The sun light is streaming into the kitchen through the window where I write. My Stepfather has awakened and is now communing with God before he starts his day. The dogs are frolicking with each other. The cat P. has been drinking from his cup and his sister K is nowhere to be seen. She has not been eating too much but this could be merely that we have switched food for the cats. P is stalwart with his appetite. K is like the Empress of Russia who doesn’t care for inferior food. But we are under a budget that doesn’t leave much room for anything other than the generic.