Her tail flicks expectantly
as she watches the ground for a reappearance of the sparrow.
“It’s up there,” I tell her, and point to the feeder just outside the open window,
well within reach of her lazy claws.
She turns to stare at me with trusting, uncomprehending, well-fed curiosity.
“There!” I repeat, pointing helplessly at the bird who is almost taunting her.
But her eyes remain locked on me.
“A wild cat would never make that mistake, you ninny,” I say affectionately.
“It would keep its eyes on breakfast, though I offered it the secret of eternal life.”
She blinks at me as the sparrow flies off behind her.
I sigh and go back to pouring a can of chicken-and-rice cat food into a dish,
and she returns to her post, watching the ground.
Cohen is an IT business analyst at a small government contractor. She lives in Belle Mead with her family, cat, hamster and fish (none of whom attempt to eat each other).
