Cat patient

Bubba sits neatly and waits. Slim black tail curled properly around the immaculate white feet.

Large jade eyes turn, the head painted with harlequin colors follows me around the kitchen.

She didn't like the white wild cold stuff outside, explored it somehow without wetting one paw. And now she sits on the counter beaming subliminal messages to me.

"Eat. Eat." I think, I've had breakfast! And, then , those glowing translucent eyes catch me. Ah. It is not my hunger.