Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Otiose and waylay

He waits in the dark, eyes narrow slits seeking the light. He makes no noise; he does not wish to disturb his prey. His muscles are tense with excitement and anticipation. The moment is coming soon, and they will be spry, ready for action.

Minutes later, or maybe hours, the door opens, and light spills in. He is released. He springs into action.

"Oh geez, down, boy! Get down, mpmhhph, stopmhffm."

He silences her voice with his persistent licking.

"You crazy dog."

Grumbling, she rises to begin her day, willing or not. He leaps to the spot she has just left, circles three times, and then lies down in her abandoned warmth. She sighs, unable to resist him.

"Good boy," she says, patting his head and kissing the scruff of his neck. "You're a pain in the butt, but I love you anyway."

2 comments:

Angie said...

Yay Riley?

Kristan said...

LOL who else?