Switching off lights as she went, Shelby climbed the stairs to the second floor.
The cat leapt nimbly from his perch on the
windowsill, stretched and padded toward her.
When Shelby came in, dinner wasn't far
behind. The bird fluffed her wings and began to
gnaw on her cuttle-bone.
"How's it going?" She gave Moshe
an absent scratch behind the ears where he liked it
best. With a sound of approval, he looked
up at her with his one eye, tilting his head so
that the patch he wore looked raffish and
right. "Yeah, I'll feed you."
All the Possibilities
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One could argue whether a cat ever has an
owner—having had a few, I rather felt owned.
Cats are thought to have a more profound
mind than is thought.” They know where you are, they know what you are doing,
and they know they will get what they want.