Early morning rituals

Each morning 
before I fix my cup of coffee
I walk to the litter tray. 

Scooper in one hand, plastic bag in the other, 
I sift through the gravel and deposit 
little droppings of cat scat into the bag

All this to make sure that yesterday’s shit
goes out with today’s garbage.

And while this ensues, 
the feline devils watch me
even as I gag.

What a blessed life they think, 
to not have to take out the garbage. 

Then there are the fat cats that run around my parents 
in their lovely tea estate home 
The world is their toilet.