July 15, 2010

A love affair

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o gusto mo daan uli ako...

At first sight, do I look like a warm person? Or maybe it was the hot coffee I was drinking that made me warm. Anyhow, Katrina seems to think I'm categorized under that personality wavelength. She's always around when I'm having breakfast at their house, and by around I don't mean a good feet away. Baby girl, her alias, would circle my red-clad legs as she intentionally, that's what I believe, wants me to feel her soft, thick, bushy, ash-brown hair. When it gets boring, she'd then prop her forefeet, claws ready, upon my left leg. 

Sometimes I'd place this leg on top of the other, cross-legged, and tip-toe, putting a considerable height from the floor. But this morning she surprised me when I did this. Katrina stood, carrying the weight of her fore body for a minute, though she was not able to make me feel the pinprick from her nails, and she gave me a look that would rival Puss'. On some days, she'd do all this because she wants me to know 'you eatin', I ain't'. Today, she just had her Friskies with tap water. 

Maybe it's the Christmas-toned ensemble I often wear to breakfast? Is it the view of the bottom of a plate and dark blue mug when I bring it closer to my mouth, or the cake on top of it and smell of coffee? The seat I always take around the table? Or maybe she just wants some lovin' and I'm not [in capacity of] giving.

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