while i cook

dear Salome.
So often I will be in the kitchen- cooking or whatever- when all of a sudden I will feel you watching me from above as I go back and forth... Except for your stirring eyes you will be still, your paw gently dangled over the stair in your elegant way.

Just so you know, I think of you sometimes as the omniscient narrator of my days.

1 comment:

Linda said...

I love Salome - so sweet she is! So glad she recuperated from the traumatic episodes of her earlier life!