the cat was staring at me. i knew she couldn’t have been waiting for food or water because i did that at three this morning. i picked her up and set her in my lap and she is purring contentedly, looking at the screen.
like me. only i’m not purring contentedly.
i have grown so used to the comforting presence of this creature. she is warm, and soft, she runs up and down the stairs with me, she licks my wrists while i type. she lets me hug her. sometimes she wants to be left alone, and we have been together long enough for me to know these moods before i encroach on them.
sometimes, no human in the world can console me as well as zen can. she will tilt her head up and put her nose against my chin and in that small gesture i know i have connected with another living being, and that our connection is free from any misunderstandings.
it feels good to know, to be sure, that i don’t confuse or hurt her. if this is only one example, i will take it.
and it scares me that where words go, pain necessarily follows.