Mar 19
It’s not a good feeling, knowing that there is someone watching you.
Eyeing your every move, almost.
Waiting.
Judging.
Stalking.
This is my life, recently.
I know he is watching me, even now. He tracks my movements.
It’s disconcerting, to say the least.
More than annoying. Way more.
It’s really kind of scary, because it seems sometimes like he comes from nowhere.
And there he is.
So it’s clear he’s been watching me.
In fact, I expect him to make an appearance almost any time now.
It happens almost without my noticing it, he’s that good at it.
But all of a sudden there’ll be a cat in my lap. And there he is. Claws and all. My sleek black stalker.
[tags]stalking, stalked, cats [/tags]
March 19th, 2007 at 9:21 am
You had me worried for a moment there!
March 19th, 2007 at 10:13 pm
Yes… I was worried, too!
I have my own little black stalker on my lap right now… she appears as soon as I sit down here at the computer.
She is all black, half Siamese, sleek but bulking up a bit now that she is two… and very, very sweet.
For the past twenty years I have had memorable and brilliant cats… also very, very difficult in a multitude of ways…
Now I have sweet! Sometimes I can’t believe it… no pissing in the water bowl to show me he’s mad I went away for the weekend… no lashing “the mark of Zee” into my leather bag… no neuroticism… no insanity.
Sometimes I ask myself… how did I get this cat?
And then I remember… she is my DAUGHTER’S… !
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cynzim