Big Cat Diary

Tuesday, July 21st 2015

I’ve sat in this window
for three days now.

Time moves s…l…o…w
…l…y.

They don’t think
to feed me.

I stay as still
as a stuffed toy.

Their little boy
roughly strokes me.

My reaction is slight.
Imperceptible.
.
But each stroke
whets my appetite.

Pads, Paws and Claws