Sitting at the computer, the television is on.
Saphline, the Siamese cat, sits next to me on the ottoman, quietly resting.
Every so often she awakens with a trill, as if I’ve disturbed her, slits her eyes at me, and stretches her furry body before curling around herself and falling back into a doze. Until, feeling the weight of my stare and tired of the snap-flash of my camera, she comes to rest on my keyboard.
All of my activity ceases as she proceeds to lick herself, doing contortions and opening tabs on my browser. “Obviously the camera was a mistake,” I think as I put it aside. Patiently, I wait for her to finish her bath but she has decided to give herself a full wash from the tips of her ears to the tip of her tail.
Finally, I pick her up. “I get the message,” I say as I move her, brushing away the dander she has left behind.
Having taught me a lesson, she goes to the arm of the couch and plops to the floor with grace and ease.
As I close all the tabs on the browser, she circles the room before coming to sit on the ottoman, next to me, again.