He follows me down the hall,
recognising signs of impending departure.
A change of footwear.
The noisy gathering up of keys, phone and glasses.
His big brown eyes following my every move.
He pads after me, backwards and forwards,
carefully treading that thinnest of lines
between being a nuisance and being cute.
As I bang the hall door after me
he moves to the window,
pressing his nose against the glass
making a foggy patch, over which sad eyes guilt me for going alone.
On the garden wall, a pair of feline eyes,
cast a disinterested glance my way,
before stretching out in the puddle of weak autumn sunshine.
recognising signs of impending departure.
A change of footwear.
The noisy gathering up of keys, phone and glasses.
His big brown eyes following my every move.
He pads after me, backwards and forwards,
carefully treading that thinnest of lines
between being a nuisance and being cute.
As I bang the hall door after me
he moves to the window,
pressing his nose against the glass
making a foggy patch, over which sad eyes guilt me for going alone.
On the garden wall, a pair of feline eyes,
cast a disinterested glance my way,
before stretching out in the puddle of weak autumn sunshine.
On my return he is curled up in the hall.
He senses my approach and jumps to his feet,
a mass of welcomes and unbridled joy.
As I enter the hallway, his excitement knows no bounds.
And just as I make to close the door,
the cat scoots in,
casting me another wry glance,
tail up in a subtle acknowledgement of our bond.
A swift glare at the dog, he sweeps by
and makes for his favourite armchair.
Meanwhile dog is conducting a forensic examination of my trouser legs and shoes,
in an effort to establish where I have been and with who.
When he has gathered all possible evidence, he finally relaxes.
And we all resume our indoor routines, together.
That's a really good piece, Barbara. Very evocative. I loved the “treading the fine line between being cute and a nuisance”. It's a great photo of the poor mutt with his “sad” eyes. All an act, of course!
Well done
Thanks Nor. I will let you into a little 'artistic' secret. In order to get photo of Dylan through front window, I stood in garden with rice cake on my head, so that he looked straight at me. Those 'sad eyes' are in fact hungry eyes! And much more effective! ha ha
Hi Barbara, great post!
I'm passing on to you a “Kreativ Blogger” award, because I really enjoy your blog, and I think you deserve it!. See my most recent post at Joy Frequencies.
Very best wishes,
Susannah x
http://joyfrequencies.blogspot.com/
I was so busy dispensing awards last night 😉 after the joy of finally getting my computer to work properly again, that I neglected to leave a proper comment on this beautifully written post!
I love the way you capture both the beauty and differences of cats and dogs – having known and loved both, it is spot on!
I hope nobody saw you in the garden with a rice cake on your head!!! – Though I would have loved to – I can just picture it! lol
nice pics!