he made the first move
he dove, really.
i can just see it.
me, seated there, book in hand, look of concentration and complete lack of awareness.
and he, his rump shaking slightly as to align himself perfectly.
and he leaped.
and i shrieked.
and then fell into a fit of laughter.
you little scroundrel!
you know by now that i believe in signs.
and i thought it was rather serendiptious that the universe sent me a homeless kitty.
are you lost? i cooed
me, too.
