My Feline Acrobat
I’m busy doing
my morning routine
in the bathroom.
Sasha likes to sit in
the north-facing window there
in the cool dawn shade.
I’m between the floor
and the window sill. She
does not want me to pick her up.
From the marble tiles,
she bounds up to my right leg,
springing onto the window sill.
As she grooms herself,
only then does my feline roommate
allow me to pet her longer than momentarily.
May 6, 2011
