Card 04- The Emperor

The Emperor

Major Arcana

Hieroglyph: T- hand

Sigil: Saturn

Magic Letter: Alphabet of the Magi

Planet: Uranus

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Hebrew Letter: Daleth

Meaning: Worldly power, accomplishment, confidence, wealth, stability, authority, indomitable spirit, leadership, war-making tendencies, father, brother, husband, male influence, conviction, domination of intelligence and reason over emotion and passion, strength.

Reverse Meaning: Immaturity, ineffectiveness, indecision, weak character, feebleness, failure to control petty emotions

Card 03- The Empress

The Empress

Major Arcana

Card 03 -The Empress
Card 03- The Empress

Hieroglyph: G: No determinative value

Sigil: Intelligence of Jupiter

Magic Letter: Alphabet of the Magi

Planet: Jupiter

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Hebrew Letter: Gimel

Meaning: Feminine progress, action, development, fruitfulness, accomplishment, mother, sister, wife, marriage, children, feminine influence, material wealth, evolution, a leader, the motivation behind a successful partner or husband, business woman, practicality, intuition.

Reverse Meaning: Vacillation, fluctuation, inaction, lack of interest, lack of concentration, anxiety, frittering away of resources, infertility, infidelity.

Card 02- The Priestess

The Priestess

Major Arcana

Hieroglyph: Ba- The Soul

Sigil: Spirit of the Moon

Magic Letter: Alphabet of the Magi

Planet: The Moon

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Hebrew Letter: Beth

Meaning: Wisdom, sound judgement, learning, serene knowledge, common sense, serenity, objectivity, penetration, education, intuition, self-reliance, hidden emotions, lack of patience, platonic relationships.

Reverse Meaning: Ignorance, shortsightedness, selfishness, lack of understanding, improper judgement, shallowness, conceit.

Card 01 – The Magician

The Magician

Major Arcana


Card 1 The Magician

Hieroglyph: A – It’s symbol is the Kite.

Sigil: Och – A solar spirit

Magic Letter: Alphabet of the Magi

Planet: The Sun

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Hebrew Letter: Aleph

Meaning: Originality, creativity, imagination, self-reliance, spontaneity, will power, craft, self-confidence, dexterity, ingenuity, flexibility, guile, trickery, unity between thought & emotion.

Reverse Meaning: Weakness of will, indecision, ineptitude, insecurity, disquiet, delay, lack of imagination, will power applied to evil ends.

10 Card Celtic Cross Spread

The 10 Card Celtic Cross is the most popular spread used in Tarot reading and has more depth than simpler spreads like the 3 card spread. Before you begin the reading, have the Querent, the person you are reading the cards for, shuffle the deck while concentrating on the specific question for which they want an answer. Their question can be about anything from love, career, family, or whatever is bothering them. On a side note, I rarely do readings for other people because I feel that the interpretations can be misconstrued so I typically read for myself.

The basic layout is set up according to the image to the left. Each card position represents the conditions, variables, & progression of the Querents’s condition. The beauty of Tarot is that each card can be interpreted in so many ways. The trick to reading the cards is to let the card tell you what it means. Go with your instincts and allow them to interpret the meaning for the best results.

The various card position represents the following as it pertains to the Egipcios Keir deck:

1.  The Present Position- The first card is the atmosphere in which the questioner is personally at and shows the area of influence that presently exists for the questioner. It represents the Questioner.

2. The Immediate Influence –  The second card shows the nature of the immediate challenges of the questioner. It can represent either conflict or support. It crosses the Questioner’s path ahead.

3. Goal or Destiny – The third card indicates the best that can be accomplished  based on the current circumstances of the questioner. It may also represent the aim or ideal within the present frame of reference. It crowns the questioner.

4. Distant Past Foundation – This fourth card essentially shows the events of the past which influence the present condition. It is behind the questioner.

5. Recent Past Events – The fifth card stands for the most recent influences or events that have just passed or are currently passing. It may also represent  the distant past’s influences currently exerting pressure on recent events. It is beneath the questioner.

6. Future Influence – This sixth card shows the broader sense  that the sphere of influences that are coming into being in the near future. This what’s directly in front of the questioner.

7. Questioner’s Present Position – The seventh card reveals the current position and the attitude regarding the surrounding circumstances.  The seventh card attempts to place the questioner into the proper perspective by bringing clarity to the questioner.

8. Environmental Factors – The eight card shows the outside influences affecting the questioner’s current position in life. They are the forces you have no control over. It reveals the tendencies and factors that exist with respect to other people who may have an affect on the questioner.

9. Inner Emotions – The ninth card represents  the hidden emotions, hopes and fears, and anxieties of the questioner. This includes the thoughts that will come to the mind of the questioner in the future.

10. Final Result – This final card’s meaning is not set in stone. It is the culmination and results of the influences as revealed by the other cards. If the influences continue as indicated, this will be the final outcome on the path the Questioner is current traveling on now.

One final thought in regards to reading Tarot for anyone, including other people. The meanings of the cards are suggestive and by no means conclusive. Allow your conscious & subconscious assign an expanded meaning in a manner conducive to divination and deep meditation. The questioner, no matter who they are, has the ability to change the circumstances and influences in their life to create a new outcome by changing the path they are traveling on now. 

Ankh! Udja! Seneb!


Egipcios Kier Tarot Deck

I’m proud to say I own the beautiful Egipcios Kier Tarot Deck.

Cover Card of the Egipcious Kier Tarot Deck

Created by the Argentine occultist, Iglesias Janeiro, in the early 20th Century, the Egipcios Kier deck was first published in 1971 (or thereabouts) and was only available in Spanish.  In 1984, U. S. Game Systems published an English version of these cards.

This set of 78 Tarot cards has 22 Major Arcana & 56 Minor Arcana with a gorgeous coppery gold leaf background on each card. Janeiro took the meanings for these cards from terms referenced in the Book of Tehuti, or if you prefer, the Book of Thoth. I rarely use the Greek names of the Neteru as it never feels right to me.  The Egipcios Kier veers from traditional decks as it doesn’t have suits. Instead, it features Egyptian hieroglyphs, the zodiac signs, planetary signs, numerology, & the Hebrew alphabet. These correspond with the physical, mental & spiritual planes we all exist in now.

I no longer have the booklet, sadly, but the 84 page booklet explained the cards, their meanings, & the symbolism behind the cards. Thankfully, I had the presence of mind to write it in a safe place. In this series of posts, I will share with you each card as well as the loose meanings & reverse meanings. The image below shows the anatomy of these beautifully detailed cards. The cards have three sections. The section above the featured image shows the hieroglyph, sigil, & magic letter. The section below shows the planet, zodiac sign, the Hebrew letter, & the card number.

Anatomy of the Egipcios Kier Tarot Card

This is by no means a full list, but I hope you enjoy learning about the cards in this magical deck.

Ankh! Udja! Seneb!

(Life! Health! Prosperity!)

Why fairies dream.

A pinprick of a girl, I consider myself normal for a forest fairy. My wings are relative to those of butterflies and my frame, although small, is proportional. Inching across the dappled carpet, the smoothly edged blades tickle the soft spot between my toes. Despite myself I laugh which causes all my fairy dew to condense in one spot on the ground. My chores consist of spraying the morning dew and gathering the milk weeds that my family drinks for breakfast. The thistles always puncture my tenuous fingers, but hard calluses formed a few years ago so it doesn’t hurt anymore. Since the dew won’t return until the morrow, I scurry about my other task. Tucking the stems into my pouch, I continue toward the hollow.

Laden branches hang low from the ancient willow I call home. Its majesty reaches far above the forest floor as it stretches toward the sun. Peeking through the bushes, I listen in amazement at my siblings. Finished with their chores, they lounge on the lowest branch near the front hole. They are comparing what they call dreams. Some of their ‘dreams’ are nightmarish visions while others sing of the wonderful feeling they elicit. However, I am clue-less as to what they are. You see, I have never had a dream. Mother says they are common among fairy folk. She says maturity brings them on, but I am almost three hundred and still deprived of the experience. Mother assures me they will come, in time. When I rest on my flowery bed and my furry companion blankets me, I tell myself this will be the night. Imagine my disappointment the next morning. Daily changes affect everyone but me. At least, that’s how it feels anyway.

I decided that today, I would weigh my mother with questions until the answers I seek are fulfilled. Her silver touched hair and sheer wings wave hello in the breeze. Atop her mushroom throne, she shines like a flat lake in mid afternoon. The smile she wears lights the horizon at dusk and has for a millennia. Maybe one day I too will be honored with that task. “Mother,” I said, waiting politely for acknowledgment; her head bobbled, “may I ask you a question?”

“Of coarse, Dewina, have a seat.  There is always room for you my child.” Her hand bounces off the mushroom top like a child on a trampoline. It makes a comical boing.

Thrusting my shoulder blades together, my wings shoot straight back. When I release the pressure, they fall down and my feet leave the forest floor. Getting used to flying took me a half a century. Although it’s natural for fairies, guiding one’s self takes skill and lots of practice. The swishing sound they make oftentimes trick humans into thinking it’s the wind. It helps me escape the huge hands of those who can see us. Though they are few, they are dangerous, and if ever captured we would surely vanish from existence. A few thrusts and a half one later, my behind sinks into the white hassock. My long legs dangle over the edge and I wiggle my way to a comfortable position.

Mother drifts close, and her soft touch does little to to alleviate my dreaming desires. “Mother, why do fairies dream?”

With a tilt of her head, she raises a brow of curiosity. “Why do you ask, Dewina?”

“Well,” I bit my nail, “I hear my brothers and sister talk about them all the time. They seem so wondrous and I have grown.  Is there something wrong with me?”

Her bluebird voice chirped a giggle. “No, dear, you are fine.”

“Then why can I not dream. What is a dream, anyway?”

“I am sure you will dream one day and then you will know the answer. Give it time.”

“But I’m three hundred. I’m left out of all the conversations. I’m just bored with the waiting. My siblings are always laughing at me behind my back and they named me, ‘dream killer’. Why am I so different?”

“You are special.” Disappointed, her pond like eyes glanced at the branch where my siblings sat. “I assure you, I will handle the name calling as well. Be unmindful of their jealousy as it too will pass.”

“But what is a dream?” I refuse to stop asking because at this rate, I may never have one.”

“Dear, there is no way to explain it so that you will understand.”  The air whooshed through my lips. Knowing how much it bothered me, she snuggled me tight.  “One day, you will know.  Would you care to help me with breakfast? I am making your favorite, rose stew.”

Yes, Mother.” She took my hand and we flew into our hole.

A few days passed since our conversation and they still called me ‘dream killer’, even though Mother reprimanded them all. Until I have a dream, nothing will change.  I give up hoping for it, I’m doomed to a dreamless life. Staring up at the knots on the ceiling, I trace the circles with my eyes. It’s a swirling trance of boredom that I face every time I rest my head on the fluffy dandelion cushion I use for a pillow. “Ah, what I wouldn’t give for just one dream.” Air pushes from my lungs and as sleep encumbers, I close my eyes.


Soft flesh meets my head as I push against the bulbous covering that hinders me. Why I am having such difficulties getting out of this place. A force pushes me hard. The light at the end of the tunnel shines like the morning star. I shiver as an unfamiliar air hits my exposed skin. The cold is cut short by a warm fuzzy thing being wrapped around me. I scream out for my mother to turn down the lights but all that escapes my lips are gurgled cries. Looking down at my hands, I notice that they have changed. No longer slender and feminine, they gained a chunky appearance. Where am I? Everything is blurry and I can’t make out anything other than shapes and shades of gray. Delicate fingers slip a weird thing around my waist. “Wah,” I tried to say Mother. “Wah.” What happened to my voice? Why does speech elude me? My legs flail as this new experience grips me with terror.

Age 4

“Mommy, don’t you see the fairies?” I asked. Her blue orbs twinkled as it reflected the grass. Tiny lights flutter around the willow tree, yet she obviously doesn’t see them. A wide smile revealed her joy as she watches me chasing the invisible creatures that live in our backyard. Sitting atop her mushroom throne, the fairy queen giggles at me. Soft wings flutter, sending a coolness into the world.  She tells me this is my dream and I am no longer a ‘dream killer’.  What she means, I don’t know but I love our conversations. The breeze ruffles my hair; my mom walks over to scruff my head playfully. My legs wobbled from the force. It took a while for me to master the skills of this surreal world that I have been born into.

Our family spends every weekend together. We play, visit my grandparents, go to movies, and all sorts of stuff that fairies don’t. My favorite thing to do is imagine that I’m a fairy flying around the gigantic willow.  Zigging and zagging around the trunk, my feet barely touch the ground. Somehow though, I vaguely remember what it was like. With each passing year, the memory fades but for now, I’m content. This life isn’t so bad and it’s quite an interesting place.  When I skin my knee, I find comfort in my mommy’s arms. She combs my hair, buys me toys, and fine clothing which she says is a necessary evil of our society. I prefer running around naked though; there is nothing to be ashamed of and since I am a child, I can get away with it. Mommy says I will begin my first day at school. I await it with nervous anticipation.

Age 10
“This is the last time we will talk, child,” the fairy queen informed me.


“Well, dear, your sight will change. You have grown wonderfully and I am very proud of you. Remember though, I will see you again and I am always with you, even if you can not see me.”

“I don’t want to loose sight of you. We have so much fun and I can not imagine life without you to play with.”

“I am sorry, child. This is the way dreams work.”

As she tells me good-bye, she waves. That was the last time I saw her or any of them for that matter. Their absence in my willow tree saddens me, but soon I will forget them all together. The little lights no longer grace the bows of its thick branches or the field of flowers beneath. Days pass quickly without their laughter.

Age 18
I move away to college today. Sitting on the back porch, I absorb my surroundings knowing I would not lay eyes on it for some time. The gentle rocking motion of my mother’s chair does little to calm me. It’s a very big day for me. An adult world expects me to behave in a proper manner; I hope I am ready.

A wrinkled hand rests with reluctance on my shoulder. She ages quickly as we all do and I wonder how many more years we have left. “Mom, I will miss you so much. I wanted to attend the local college but this is an opportunity I can’t pass up.  I really want to make this world a better place.”

“You will make a terrific doctor, Diane. Have faith in yourself.  The only advice I can give you is to always shoot for the stars and never loose sight of what’s important.”

Bending over, she shelters me to retain that spark of childhood happiness that she will miss. Gray streaks her long brown hair. Gravity pushes down on her fragile frame. Time takes its toll on all who pass. No one can escape the ravishes of time. We all grow old and eventually die. However, I pray she has many years left. Mom has been my driving force. She never allows me to fail in what ever I do and I will make her proud.

Age 38
My mother was buried beside my father yesterday . Thankfully, it was a peaceful death. I thought she would follow him to the grave but I didn’t expect it to happen so suddenly. They both lived to see three grandchildren born and one graduate high school with honors. I went on to be a pediatrician. This back porch is lonesome without Mom. The floors screech, the roof is falling down, but I don’t have the heart to sell it. My youngest daughter is running around the yard just like I did when I was young.  Here she comes now. “Mommy, mommy, look at the fairies!” She points to the old willow. “See how much fun they are having? Can we stay?”

“Yes, dear, we can. How would you like to live here?” I nodded though I don’t see any fairies.

“Can we really?” A luminous happiness dances in her eyes at my reply. The old tire swing sways back and forth in the whipping wind that seems to have come from nowhere. I miss this old house and I’m glad my husband is willing to move. It’s a small town but it is filled with good-hearted people.  The people inside the house are calling me; I don’t want to get up yet. Lily is having so much fun chasing whatever it is she sees. Ah, to see through the eyes of a child again. Life gets treacherous as we grow old and closer to death. I don’t fear it per say, but no one looks forward to dying, not even the bravest of souls.

Age 85

Lily, Sherry, and Michael are all here with me. The pain subsides as the morphine dribbles into my collapsing veins. I can hear the doctor saying it won’t be long now. I lived to see my own grandchildren born and grow into teenagers. There is nothing more in life I could have asked for other than what I have been given. Leaving this life is what I must do. A younger version of my mother stands beyond the confines of an earthly shell. Her hand reaches out to me, it calls me to join my ancestors. The darkness is serene as is the light at the end of the tunnel.  An old world remains in the wake of death. I force my eyes open one last time to look upon their faces. They have the same sad eyes I had when my mother passed. Lily’s blond hair falls in wisps around her oval features. Sherry still looks like a cherry cordial with that flaming red hair. Michael grows more like his father every day. I know I will see them again. My eyes give in to gravity.

There are voices in the background. “Mom, we love you.” Seeing him lifts my spirit above. Below me, the shell I once inhabited loses its last breath. A tugging force drags me through the tunnel once more.


Falling out of bed, a pain shot through me like a lightning bolt as my wings hit the floor first. When I roll over, the fur around my squirrel friend’s eyes puffs with curiosity. His cold nose nudges me into an awakened state. My feet find flight as I rush to my mother’s throne. Was that a dream? It seemed so real. I could feel everything. Surprisingly, the human death was not what I thought it would be. The pain was there but the ardor of love surrounded me which did not make it so scary.

Butterfly wings move me faster. “Mother, I had a dream! I had a dream!” Her gaze raised to greet me with a tenderness I have not experienced since childhood. Now it became as clear as a freshwater spring.  Flopping down beside her, I grabbed her tight in my grasp. I’m so happy to hold her that I don’t want to let go, ever.

“So, child, you have dreamed. Was it all you anticipated?” The soft words kiss my heart with content.

“Oh, Mother it was astounding. I dreamed of a extraordinary realm where I lived and grew.  There were so many exciting things to see.”

“Do you understand what it means to dream? It appears that you still harbor a question.”

My mother was always this perceptive. I didn’t want to ask, but I had to hear it. “I still do not understand why we have to dream. What is the reasoning behind it? Why does the creator make us dream? Why do fairies dream?”

Frothy laughter tickled my spirit. Her brows softened, her gelatin orbs reflected the stars, her cheeks inflated, and she said, “It is right before you child.” A lock of hair fell in her face as she tossled her head.

“I was a real human?” I didn’t quite view it that way before, but instant realization almost slapped me off the mushroom.

“Yes, dear.  Fairies dream so humans can live.”


Written in 2002


I’m not your typical.


I’m not your typical girl next door. I’m not what you think at all.
I am merely a wife, a mother, a lover, and a friend.
I am a child trapped in the body of a woman
Who struggles to stand apart from the norm.
Though words spill from my hands like rain from a cloud.
Darkness looms ready in the soul beneath my flesh.
After years of abuse, neglectful words and sorrow.
It’s a surprise I didn’t end this life a long time ago.
Yet here I sit with my fingers at the ready,
To share with the world all that I wish to offer it.
Fantasies of a psychotic mixed with the love of a poet,
Songs from a writer who’s only instrument is her voice,
Stories from another life that fill pages of a fictional world.
And through thick and thin somehow I still survive
To write these words that help free my mind.
And what my heart can not bear, I bury away inside,
until it festers demonically into the words on a page.
These things keep me separated from a world of normalcy.
They make me the person that stands before you today.
So once again, just let me remind you as I stand to leave.
I’m not your typical girl next door. I’m not what you think at all.

Myths & Theories used in my novel-in-progress.

The mythology surrounding Ra & Apep varies, but basically it boils down to one central story. Ra, the sun god, traveled on his solar barque where he traversed the 12 gates of the Duat (underworld). The 12 gates represented the 12 hours of night. The great serpent, Apep, lived in the 10th region of the Duat or the 10th hour of night. There he would encircle Ra’s solar barque and a great battle ensued. Ra and his attending Neteru (gods) always won and the next morning Ra would rise victorious. So naturally, solar eclipses terrified ancient Egyptians because it was believed that Apep had broken free of his prison. They would have been

Atum and Apep

in temples praying that the God of Chaos, Apep, would not swallow the Sun God, Ra, forever. In “Ankh of Time”, this daytime battle during a solar eclipse is the culmination of years of my passion and love for ancient Egypt.

I took this myth & twisted it with controversial theories about Egypt, Atlantis, & twins. In Atlantis mythology, there were 10 kings, all were sets of twins, so twins also play an important role in my story. This fresh blending of myth and theory are the basis of my fictional novel.

Almost everyone has heard of the Greek myth of Atlantis as told by Plato in Timaeus & Critias.  In Atlantis mythology, the god Poseidon fell in love with

Athanasius Kircher’s Map of Atlantis (c.1669). North is at bottom.

a mortal woman named Cleito. Poseidon carved out a mountain on the isle of Atlantis and built a palace where he and Cleito lived together.  To protect his family, Poseidon enclosed their home with three circular moats of increasing widths which separated the land into three rings. Cleito gave birth to five sets of twins with Poseidon.  When Poseidon and Cleito left, the island was divided among the ten twins with the eldest son Atlas designated as the ruler of all the kingdoms of Atlantis and the surrounding sea which we know as the Atlantic Ocean. For eons, Atlantis was a utopian society, but greed of men & their lack of homage to Poseidon angered the god. Poseidon destroyed Atlantis in a single day and night.

Controversial theorists speculate that the Hall of Records is hidden beneath the Sphinx of Giza. They believe the God of Knowledge, Tehuti (Thoth), was from Atlantis. It is said that he saved the world’s knowledge from the sinking continent & built the Hall of Records to protect it until such a time that humanity was ready to receive this knowledge.

My love for ancient Egypt is unfathomable. Every day I would say a little prayer to Tehuti in hopes he would inspire the words I put to paper that day. I had no clue when my girlfriend came over to visit, that her inspiration & nagging (I love you for it too) would bring me back to what I love, writing.

A solar eclipse is also a great time to do banishment spells. I will doing a smudging ritual inside & outside my home during the eclipse. I wouldn’t recommend any other rituals today.

Excerpt from Chapter 2

Majeed was right; they had to hurry. Barricades alone wouldn’t keep curious guards with keys from following them. A new shorter passage around the corner allowed them to walk abreast and the spicy attitude of woody frankincense overpowered her. Jutting alabaster lintels marked the locations of false-doors in both walls. As if drawn to one door like metal to a magnet, she stopped. An eerie sense of déjà vu briefly displaced her when she touched its raised painted hieroglyphics.

Have I been here before?

The door lacked hieroglyphics on the lintel and doorjamb. Covered bridges connected the two tracts of land forming rings around a circular nucleus island. A massive canal connected the outer ring of water to the raging ocean, and she traced it up and around the irrigation ditches that channeled water from the lofty northern mountains to the sea. Pyramidal-type temples conglomerated around a central citadel. Individual paths bedecked with flowers diverged from the palace and intertwined into a single causeway. She inspected the Lilliputian people and buildings on the exterior circle with her magnifying glass.

“Holy crap, Sis. It’s Atlantis.” She elbowed Elise in the ribs. “This place is definitely a hoax.”

Life as a…

Stone walls enclose my sanctuary.  Sprawled on polished splendor, the floor cools my belly.  Light pours down from slits in the walls as the sun’s brilliance pierces the dark like a yellow diamond.  People scurry about, traveling through life’s daily routine.  A man stoops down to stroke my black hair and massage my perky little ears. His hand warms my finicky soul bringing a smile to my lips.  I respond to his touch with an arching back and soft sounds escape my throat.  Pleased am I that someone has paid particular attention to my silent plea for love.  Reward him, shall I, for his unwarranted affections.  I stretch my numbing arms and legs, then roll over onto my back playfully so that my tummy can welcome the warmth of his touch.
“Little friend,” he says, ” I must hurry this day for my master requires much of me.  I promise, I will return to give you more.  Now I must go, so do please excuse me.”  The man’s voice trails off as he stands to leave.  I turn over again in silent contemplation recalling the man’s kindness.
My nose twitches.  Soft aromas waft on a gentle breeze.  I hop to my feet so that I may follow the tempting smells.  My appetite is seduced and a ravenous hunger bubbles to the surface.  I am led by my senses to a wondrous place called the kitchen.  This is where the enticing odors emanate from to tease me.
Once inside, I happen upon a creamy white liquid and rush to drink its nectar.  My thirst is temporarily quelled but the craving for food remains persistent.  I grab the attention of a young woman who hands me a morsel of supple meat.  Thanking her before I scamper away with my meal, I must find a place to hide so that I can enjoy this feast in solitude.
I locate a small alcove and put my back against the wall.  Vigilance assures that no other will taste the sweet meat given to me.  Playfully I pick away chunks from the creature’s bone.  No sorrow do I feel for it while munching on its perfectly roasted meat.  Juices tantalize my over sensitive taste buds and I reel from pure ecstasy as my stomach is filled to the point of bursting.  Licking my appendages only enhances the ever bloating feeling.
Time to rest so the sumptuous meal can settles its heat through my veins.  I lay on the floor once more. Slumber looms in the recesses of my mind before slowly consuming my body and engulfing me within its comfortable darkness.  Now I sleep.
Interrupted, I wake to recognize the kind man lifting me from my hiding spot.  I roll my eyes with pleasure when he lovingly caresses my head.  Happiness fills my soul knowing that he has returned like he had promised earlier.  He snuggles me to his chest with a smile on his face and kind words upon his lips.
“My task is done for today.  I have returned to whisk you away.  Take you home with me I will, but promise me that mouse you’ll kill.”
This is a day in my life…