October 22, 2013

Cat in a quiet house


Every two weeks, I get a Monday without meetings or classes — a day when I can stay home and write. I’ve been getting better about guarding my writing time, pushing aside my to-do lists and stacks of papers that need to be graded. I’ve learned to ignore the dishes in the sink, the lawn that needs to be mowed, and the living room that looks like it’s been ripped apart by vandals.

The only thing I can’t ignore is our cat Gretel. No matter where I sit down with my computer, she climbs onto my lap, swishing her tail across my keyboard, butting her head against me, purring until I pet her. If I take a break to get a snack, she follows me into the kitchen, meowing until I open a can of cat food.

She's lived with us for more than fourteen years, and this is the first that she has suddenly paid so much attention to me. She's the cat that used to always sleep right on top of Boy-in-Black whenever he took a nap on the couch, and I think she misses the older kids.


Martha Spong said...

My old girl is much the same. Since we moved, she sticks with me and asks to be fed whenever I go near the appropriate area. :-)
Martha and Baby

Zhoen said...

"You're not the same, but it'll have to do."

L said...

She's beautiful!

kathy a. said...

at this very moment, senior cat is napping on the edge of my laptop, right by the heat exhaust. during perkier times of the day, she strolls across the keyboard, and parks on my paperwork. at night, she sleeps with me -- preferably ON me.

BrightenedBoy said...

Like much of what you write, this is both sweet and sad.