Dancing Diamond

Posted on April 10, 2010 in Cats

Late at night, I read by flashlight. We are temporarily without light in the bedroom: our new bed has forced out the floor lamps, so we must wait for the money to afford wall lights over the bed. Boadicea comes to rest beside me. She fixates on the flashlight, rubbing her chin against the lens.

I keep the bedroom door open as I read. Across the hall, another door opens into the bathroom. A mirror covers the wall over the sink and the toilet. Once I shined the light in this direction. Bowie caught it, glimmer in the mirror and squatted fascinated.

Now it has become our game: I aim The light toward the mirror; my cat watches raptly, her desires captured by the dancing diamond.