I am running a little late. Maybe five minutes. I’m nearly ready to leave and Gregory is whining at me. He’s lonely already. Very affectionate the vet notes once said. I’m telling him to get out of my way, telling him I’m sorry but I don’t have time. Gregory, of course, is a cat and doesn’t comprehend either of those statements. He just keeps whining. I’ve become the sucker of a human being who lets his whining cat dictate his morning schedule. Even if I did get a post out of it.