Thanks, Cats

I pass in and the cats are occupying most of the bed. I raise my head, they look at me and meow something that sounds like "morning, asshole." The woman is gone as always. I didn't piss myself. To celebrate this moment in time, I grab a beer and lie in bed, next to the cats. They don't judge. If they do, they don't articulate it well. I watch some news. I can hear the train outside. I drink. I wonder just how productive I will be today. "Not very" I think and get up to get another beer.