Saturday
Jun272009
June 27, 2009 Maia
She is content to lie adjacent to me, on the coffee table, while I sit with my feet on the floor. But I'm too short for our chairs, and eventually I have to shift forward, lean back and cross my ankles on the corner of the desk, keyboard balanced on my knees. She knows I am going to stay put now, and I can start counting: One Mississippi, two Mississippi . . .
By ten, she is cautiously padding across the table towards me. One paw inquiringly placed on my shoulder. Another near my elbow. A curious taste of my forearm. Then, the soft weight of her on my stomach, prodding gently, settling herself. I look down at her half-closed eyes and say her name softly. She leans back against my legs, her ears blocking the space bar. A gentle rumble of contentment.
Someday we'll buy a more comfortable desk chair. But then I will miss the moments like this.
By ten, she is cautiously padding across the table towards me. One paw inquiringly placed on my shoulder. Another near my elbow. A curious taste of my forearm. Then, the soft weight of her on my stomach, prodding gently, settling herself. I look down at her half-closed eyes and say her name softly. She leans back against my legs, her ears blocking the space bar. A gentle rumble of contentment.
Someday we'll buy a more comfortable desk chair. But then I will miss the moments like this.
Reader Comments (2)
Hehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
Juliana attempts to rub the skin off my face when she does this kind of thing. Worst is when I'm trying to take a nap, and she thinks it's cuddle time.