November 24, 2006
My cat sits next to me, eyes wide. He looks at me expectantly, willing me to run my hand along his cheek. As I stare back at him he begins to purr, each passing second he increases the volume, the very tip of his tail begins to wag, he blinks and hs eyes teak on a glossy, adoring sheen then close ever so slightly, slowly, as he settles into the acceptance that I only want to look at him, to observe him, in this morning light. His head turns away from me, a minor punishment, only then do I pet.