The Shapes of Touches

Posted on February 9, 2004 in Cats

From my journal:

The purr. The cat chews at the pen as I write, snaps at the corner of the notebook. A blob of soft weight crossing my upper arm. The soft fur of the head pushes into my chin, a concave oblong furriness, rounded at the ends. None of these forms has a color. Everything that Boadicea makes me feel from the press of her body against mine is transparent with a thin black line around it. The scratches of her claws blink a strobic white-red white-red white-red. Her bite is a round white-rust white-rust white-rust. One blip for every tooth.