Tales of Ella the Circus Dog
2006-03-28 10:19 PM
Cat's Been More Among Us.
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Cat’s been more among us this winter. I like that. He stays inside after evening feed, and if there is a fire, he sits on the People’s lap. Sometimes I must get up there, too, just so the People won’t forget about me. Tonight Cat stares at the fire while the People scratch his head and ears, and then he closes his eyes and pretends to be asleep. I know he’s only pretending, because when I jump up on the footstool, he lifts his head and smells my lips. I let him. I smell his head. He lets me. When the People give me and Poodle and Labrador our evening Greenies, Cat watches me from across the room. His eyes are half closed, like he’s not seeing me hide my Greenie and go snatch Poodle’s. I hide hers, too, but not before I show it to Cat to see if he’s interested. He isn’t.
Cat is skinny these days. I remember when he was big—not as big as Bigblack, but bigger than now. The People pour him heavy cream at each night’s feed. And he gets the softest food, the kind they gave to Labrador when they brought her home from Dog Jail. I can tell. I can smell it. I would love to taste that food. If Cat ever shows me that food and asks if I am interested, I will say Yes, get out of my way.
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