The Curious Cat

He set the plate down and waited.

She faded from view.

He ate the snacks.

She approached with a drink and stood close.

He took the drink and reached out for a hug.

She turned and walked away.

He watched the campfire.

She stepped closer with each approach then acted out another bored retreat, “One…two…three,” one hand slipped over his shoulder.

He said nothing.

She pulled up a chair and held his hand, “Four, mine.”

He turned to look at her, ready to start a conversation as the sun began to set, “Are you here to stay, or will there be more?”

She purred and looked away, “Curious.”

He laughed, “You remind me of a cat, sometimes.”

© J. Bateman

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