When there’s food on the table, especially salmon, something burns behind those eyes.
It’s either the camera flash, or possibly the fires of hell.
Mark has made no secret of the fact that he isn’t really a cat person. He’s a dog person from way back. But for some reason, Zoe seems to be attracted to him, at least at night. Zoe never sleeps in our bedroom when he’s out of town, and he certainly never sleeps on our bed. But when Mark is home, Zoe is usually in the bedroom. Sometimes he jumps up on the bed and lies down on Mark’s side until he comes to bed. Sometimes he makes a bed out of the dirty clothes he leaves on the floor. Last Sunday Mark left his shoes on the towel where we put the water bowl. Zoe found them and used one shoe for a pillow.
Mark has a cat voice he sometimes uses so Zoe can have conversations with us. In that voice, Mark is the “Daddy Monster.” That’s more like the relationship they have. But for some reason it’s different at night.
Cats like to hide. Sometimes they hide in a houseplant.
Or in a tree.
Sometimes they just pretend to hide.
Zoe in the tree was taken in my parent’s yard before Mark and I got married. Zeke was not interested in whatever I was trying to tell him. For the purposes of this post, he has been made an honorary feline.