Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Hours ago I watched a crying child as his fury rose, as his parents tried to soothe him, as his fat cheeks glowed with frustration.
The family cat, curled tight beside me, awoke with green eyes blazing wide. She leaped from the chair, padded across the living room, stood on her back legs, pressed her front limbs against the high chair and extended one slim black paw to the bawling baby. The latter stopped his wailing mid-gasp, and held the cat's foot in his own little hand.
Thus satisfied, the cat slipped under the kitchen table and left the rest of us, bewildered humans, to remark on what had just taken place: and we found that words were scarce.
Posted by Phyllis Hunt McGowan at 1:31 PM