Priscilla and Sammy
by Julie
She can infuriate, there’s no doubt of that.
Sometimes, when locked in an intimate embrace, it occurs to him… he can throttle her so easily. He is twice her size. With her petite frame she is as light as a feather. It’s those times when something deep within rears its head – something primal he doesn’t understand but can’t deny. He can almost taste warm blood and flesh in his mouth and the deep satisfaction that he knows will follow. Weird, mysterious feelings.
THEY will disapprove, he knows. It’s not like he lives for their approval, but still, he knows they will disapprove and isn’t sure of the consequences or whether he’s ready to face them.
But, oh boy… what she lacks in size is more than compensated in spirit and imagination. She can run rings around him. It never fails to amaze him how she can make something out of nothing. Sometimes, he is content to sit back and witness this display of life force that drives her. He admires her and goes so far as to emulate her behavior at times.
Still… she can infuriate so! Why can’t she just let well enough alone? Why does she always have to push to the front and take like it’s hers to take? Sometimes, when he’s just drifting off, here she comes with demands. Is a little quiet time too much for a guy to ask? And, what about privacy? Dang it if she doesn’t just waltz in at the most inopportune times! Again, like she owns the place and has ever right.
In the end, he decides he likes her, he really does. She has her tender moments and there were times, especially in the beginning, when she gave him the time and space he needed. Yeah, he should remember that when he thinks she might drive him out of his mind. If she were gone, there would be an empty space in his life. Without her, what would he do with all those hours, days and years that stretch before him? No, the good definitely out-weighs the bad. And, if she gets to be too much, he can just go crawl under the bed.
He gives a deep sigh and rolls over so their backs are touching. With a twitch of his sun drenched whiskers, he drifts off to dream of ancestral adventures he will never experience.
Priscilla. (Larger version)
Sammy. (Larger version)
She can infuriate, there’s no doubt of that.
Sometimes, when locked in an intimate embrace, it occurs to him… he can throttle her so easily. He is twice her size. With her petite frame she is as light as a feather. It’s those times when something deep within rears its head – something primal he doesn’t understand but can’t deny. He can almost taste warm blood and flesh in his mouth and the deep satisfaction that he knows will follow. Weird, mysterious feelings.
THEY will disapprove, he knows. It’s not like he lives for their approval, but still, he knows they will disapprove and isn’t sure of the consequences or whether he’s ready to face them.
But, oh boy… what she lacks in size is more than compensated in spirit and imagination. She can run rings around him. It never fails to amaze him how she can make something out of nothing. Sometimes, he is content to sit back and witness this display of life force that drives her. He admires her and goes so far as to emulate her behavior at times.
Still… she can infuriate so! Why can’t she just let well enough alone? Why does she always have to push to the front and take like it’s hers to take? Sometimes, when he’s just drifting off, here she comes with demands. Is a little quiet time too much for a guy to ask? And, what about privacy? Dang it if she doesn’t just waltz in at the most inopportune times! Again, like she owns the place and has ever right.
In the end, he decides he likes her, he really does. She has her tender moments and there were times, especially in the beginning, when she gave him the time and space he needed. Yeah, he should remember that when he thinks she might drive him out of his mind. If she were gone, there would be an empty space in his life. Without her, what would he do with all those hours, days and years that stretch before him? No, the good definitely out-weighs the bad. And, if she gets to be too much, he can just go crawl under the bed.
He gives a deep sigh and rolls over so their backs are touching. With a twitch of his sun drenched whiskers, he drifts off to dream of ancestral adventures he will never experience.
Priscilla. (Larger version)
Sammy. (Larger version)
posted by Paul at 4:50 PM
2 Comments:
I am thankful there are people like you and Julie walking this world.
That was a pleasant surprise. I thought it was going to be about dogs. I like dogs, but cats need their due too. :)
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