Thursday, August 5, 2010

Dog Days: Where she rests...

Well, of course, she wants to be with me. Is that an "of course?" For food, for no reason at all. I am so touched. Right now, before the temperature today climbs to 97 degrees, she is lying on my desk, baking under the French Fry desk lamp. Now, the light is off and she dozes on. I must go to the store to get her some tasty food, but now, she is not asking, not complaining.

Who could ask for more in a soul mate?

Camilla also gravitates toward simple, such as this white coverlet. I think she knows her gray form is enhanced by light colors. Maybe not...
There are other sleeping spots as well, such as the kitchen table (yes, we share), under
a wooden bench, or in the hall on the bare wood floor. She knows all the cool spots, or rather, feels them. I go where she goes...when I can, for as long as I can. Her Grayness...
August 5, 2010

1 comment:

Kaye said...

To A Cat

Stately, kindly, lordly friend
Here to sit by me, and turn
Glorious eyes that smile and burn,
Golden eyes, love's lustrous meed,
On the golden page I read.

All your wondrous wealth of hair
Dark and fair,
Silken-shaggy, soft and bright
As the clouds and beams of night,
Pays my reverent hand's caress
Back with friendlier gentleness.

Dogs may fawn on all and some
As they come;
You, a friend of loftier mind,
Answer friends alone in kind.
Just your foot upon my hand
Softly bids it understand.
~ A. C. Swinburne