Friday, November 14, 2014
She perches on my chest, but I can barely feel any weight. I stare into her light green eyes and she into mine. Her eyes look scared or perhaps sad. She begins to drool, small drops, like a single raindrop dangle a moment before falling on my shirt. I reach out to stroke her fine short hair, and the rumbling purr begins.
My Calico Cat Yang.
Her eyes close as she takes in the attention. Her purr volume increases. She says nothing yet says a lot. She rubs her face against my face, white whiskers cross. First the right side then the left. She’s still drooling. When she pauses marking me, I wipe the dribble away.
I make this little chirp-like sound. Slowly, her left paw reaches out. She gently pats my nose. Claws out, but the gentle touch so soft. She does this a few times before returning to the Yocat, my name for Cat Yoga, Loaf of Bread. All legs tucked in.
Patchwork splotches of white, orange and a dusky gray. We’re ready to begin our work.