Thursday, August 6, 2009

(They Long To Be) Close To You

Two lasting-into-today memories of Wednesday night.

Sadie the Feral cat made a friend. She played it wild and coy at first, eyes popping with a comic “boooinngg!!” when she spotted the foreign object. But it was hot and stormy, inside better than out, so she settled in front of a cool floor vent, one pupil fixed on the stranger in the house with the deep voice and unfamiliar person smell, but legs contently meatloafed beneath her.

Watched her make a move, stealthy at first, a quick walk between the room-for-two-sofa and coffee-table-steamer-trunk. One lap and a look up. A hand extended and fast exit. Second slower stroll and slight head bump into fingers. Third time stopping for a proper scratching, the touch of someone brand new, more than likely (besides the vet) the only other set of human hands to come in contact with her curry-and-pepper fur.

She shamelessly paraded back and forth, back and forth, not quite giving fully to the touch, controlling it as happenstance, a brush by while she passed, paused then returned. Over and over.

Lovely to watch her open up like that.

Then a night of slumber and nothing more with warm company, soft snoring and a sometimes whoosh of warm breath on my neck.

It was a good Wednesday night.

3 comments:

Don said...

"meatloafed". Perfect.

Anonymous said...

not quite giving fully to the touch, controlling it as happenstance, a brush by while she passed, paused then returned. Over and over. Lovely to watch her open up like that.

We ARE still talking about the cat, right?

Jodie Kash said...

Of course. All about my meatloafing pussy.

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