Mental Healh Day

Part of my therapy is short stories. We did music therapy last month. Anyhoo, Joey told me to write a story from Jean-Luc's perspective. He loved it of course. Writing has always been a forte.

I thought I would share this with ya'll.

A Day with Jean Luc




Bon jour. Je suis Jean-Luc, le petit choux de Jacques.



Yawn, stretch. It’s still dark out and he’s asleep. Wonder if I missed some food in my bowl. Purrfect, there’s still is some food there.



It’s light out and he’s still asleep. I’m hungry. I jump on his chest like I usually do, but he’s still asleep. So I start meowing and licking his chest.



Okay, he’s awake. Now for the food. He always gets coffee going before he feeds me. The things I do for food.

The coffee maker is making his coffee as he feeds me.



I’m lucky, today he’s doing laundry. I love it when he brings in the basket of clothes and empties them on the bed. I love to dig in there and enjoy the warm feeling.



Good. Looks like he’s gonna shave. Don’t know why but I enjoy watching him go through the routine. I’m on the bed looking at him. He’s such a character, but he’s my human.



Now he’s on the computer. What a pain. He’s typing away and surfing the net. He also blogs and he writes about me.



Okay, it’s about 10 a.m. and I’m ready for my nap. Today I decide to lay in my sunbeam. I curl myself and nod off. It’s so nice to sleep there. I miss the futon he had because I liked sleeping there and I had some hiding areas in back.



Must be noon. He’s deciding what to eat and he pours out my food. As soon as I hear him picking up the bag and pours out some fresh food, I wake up, stretch, and run to the kitchen. Yumm.



Time to play. He saves paper bags and he throws one on the carpet. I love getting into the bag and smelling what was in there. Today he’s got two bags and I run from one bag to the other.



Sometimes I get in a playful mood and run around the apartment. I let out a special yell telling everyone that I’m having fun.



Sometimes, he feels bad about declawing me. And he still has the scratching post out. I run around and go to the post and start clawing at it. He lets out a little laugh about it, but he still feels sorry about it.



Time for a nap. This time I will nap in the linen closet. I pound on the door until it opens and I squeeze into it. Sometimes I sleep for hours. I like the cool feeling and the warmth from the linen.



It’s dinner time and I’m ready for my fresh food. I have him trained very well. He feeds me before he starts dinner going.



He’s on the ball when it comes to cleaning my litter box. I go in there and start moving litter around for my business. I always run out to the bedroom or to the living room.



I always know when it’s time for his nightly routine. He gets on the computer again and loses himself in it. He takes his medications while surfing the net.



Sometimes I jump on his lap and he can’t surf, so he plays Solitaire while I purr away.



It’s dark out again. Time for bed. I watch him brush his teeth and puts the partial in it’s container. The fan is always on at night, the whirring soothes him and he falls asleep.



I’m still nibbling at the dish. I play a little with the bags. And then I decide to go to sleep. I jump on the bed and curl up next to him. I’m lucky to have such a wonderful human. It took a while to train him, but we’re good together.



Time for my cat nap. In the middle of the night, I will wake up and patrol the place making sure everything’s fine. And then I jump back in bed. I’m ready for sleep and looking forward to tomorrow.