Mumbai, Maharashtra, India
I look down from my study table. Our Persian kitten is batting a dangling faux mouse. Faye looks up with her yellow rimmed goggle eyes, head bobbing to allow greater focus and gauge intent. Is it time for our favorite game of tag?
Writing forgotten, I drop to all fours, stalking her, becoming the cat. She gingerly pushes her head toward me. We touch noses. Faye rolls onto her side. I curl up beside her on the cool floor stroking her soft, dilute-calico fur. Her cream colored mane is crisply coiffured. I feel the contentment thrum in her chest, like thunder far over the horizon, revving up and receding in undulating waves. She kneads my chin with her powder puff paws.
A screechy car fan belt on the street below demands immediate attention. Faye rushes to the window only to be startled by some firecrackers and dive below the sofa. My feeding call elicits a cautious head poking out to check if all is clear. A quick bite later it’s time for the news from the neighborhood sparrows.
in search of warmth