Picture this

He whines.
I look up.
Bothered by the disruption
my annoyance is met with a look.
“What?”
He continues to stare. Probably thinking unkind thoughts.

Rousted from my comfort, I check
the bowls. Full.
The answer must be outside.

I open the door
out he prances,
paws in pursuit.

Done. I presume
returning to where I left off
when
I sense I’m being watched.
My unslakable explorer awaits.