Do you think we could put her in the Guiness World Book of Records for loudest purr? Each morning, she calls to me to let her in. Sweet, light frost covers the plants outside. She wants attention. I open my bedroom's sliding glass door, pick up her the same ol' way by the neck like her mama would, and love on her. Her purr... well, you know. Then, a walk to the bathroom sink, lightly turn on the faucet... just a trickle, you know... and she drinks... and drinks... and drinks... and drinks. Okay, Sadie... I'm going to leave you in here for a while and I'll be back. I close the bathroom door behind me and she's on her own.
Then, later I come back in. She is content... sitting on the counter. Just waiting. Is she smiling? Probably.
More loving... and then back outside you go, girlie. I love you, Sadie.
No comments:
Post a Comment