Man’s Best Friend…

Posted on October 19, 2002 in Cats

…is not a dog in this house.

When I came home doubled over from the delayed effects of eating yucca a la huancaino at the Inka Grill, I took three tagament and laid down on my side. Ambrose leaped atop the two mattresses, approached me noiselessly, and placed his piebald face close to mine. He lay down against Lynn’s pillows and cradled a limp hand in his pulsating claws. From time to time he’d check for vital signs with his paw. His purr was the gentle buzz of life support equipment until the acid-reducer took effect and I felt good enough to sit up to take a glass of apple juice.