A Seat Of Honor. November 20, 2012Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death.
Tags: cat sleeping, Mr. Cat, wood stove
Mr. Cat doesn’t spend all that much time here. He lives in Arlington and comes here most weekends, and for most of his Summer Vacation. That he spends here in the country, playing in the barn and out in the garden, lawn and surrounding woods. Thank God he’s street-smart and stays out of Route 2, or he couldn’t roam here without getting flattened.
Well, this week I happen to have the company of Mr. Cat. I’m allergic to the extent that I can’t hold and pet him in the way he wants, but between the involuntary bouts of petting and scratching and hand washing, I try to make him feel welcome.
At night it gets cold here, and when his mommas are here he sleeps with them. But given my allergies, I try to make him comfortable without inviting him to bed.
Lately I’ve taken to getting the kitchen wood stove borkin’ and pulling an upholstered chair up close enough to be cat-comfy. Mr. Cat wastes little time settling in:
I’m sad to not be able to get physical with Mr. Cat the way he likes, but that feeling is assuaged by believing that he sleeps comfortably in the absence of mammal-to-mammal contact.