She uses me.
We have a love/hate relationship
I love it when she uses me.
I hate when she leaves.
Too many days I spend alone
Sitting on this window seat
Waiting for her return.
Today we sit together side by side waiting
For what she is waiting,
I do not know.
Something beyond the frost covered window
That I cannot see
I feel its presence
As it approaches
My cackles raise and a low growl rumbles in my throat.
“Shush!” she says soothingly and scratches behind my ears.
The twitch involuntarily
I remain alert, ready to pounce, at the first sign of danger,
or a mouse.
“Come here kitty.” She commands placing me on her warm lap
She strokes my silky black fur
I purr with pleasure
I am putty in her hands.
There is a hard rapping at the door
We start, leaping at once to answer this threat together.
My mistress opens the door and disappears
The door lock clicks softly,
as she closes the door behind her.
I hear her nervous laughter
as it echoes down the hall.
“I don’t care” I say to myself, sauntering across the cold tile floor.
I leap upon my window seat once more,
my mistress disappear within the mist once more.