Sunday, May 4, 2014
Pretty Near Perfect
Well, the cat is gone.
It was infatuation at first sight for us and for cat. She crawled up into laps. She purred. She looked at the dogs and did not fear. We fed her. Of course.
And I brought her to bed with us because it's been forever since I slept with a cat and she was just so soft and clean and purry.
And all night she wanted to sleep in my face. Maybe in my mouth. It sure seemed like that sometimes. And every time I turned over she had to go through the digging of the claws into the sheets and my chest and my face to rearrange herself to align perfectly with my molecules and Mr. Moon said that every now and then she'd crawl over to him and tap his nose.
At 4:30 I got up and said, "That's enough."
I put her out into the hallway with the door open to the outside and went back to bed. She made her way outside around the house, found our window and began to cry a bit piteously. I ignored her.
And this morning, she is gone.
She is someone's pet and that's all there is to it. There was no crustiness to her at all and she's obviously used to people and dogs.
But it was fun while it lasted and she sure was pretty.
And this morning is another glory day, light and cool and green and blue. We just ate a late brunch (although since there was no cantaloupe involved, technically, I'm not sure it could be called brunch) of scrambled eggs and biscuits and potatoes with peppers and onions. Lily's going to bring the boys out to play. No one appears to be in danger of puking, the birds are industriously snapping seeds at the feeder, the chickens are scratching in the dirt, there's a plane flying overhead, the lizards are mating, I feel full and lazy and happy and content.
Sunday in Lloyd and once again, no place I'd rather be.