28 February 2007

One Scratch Stand?

Beautiful day in Hotlanta. Daylight’s reach is extending and the mercury is rising. Front door ajar, sofa lounging as the evening falls. But, soft? What light through yonder window breaks? A shadow, slinking towards the glass door ajar, movement tripping the front porch motion light and drawing my eye from MacBook luminosity.

He’s short, dark, and handsome. A svelte black cat with a broad chest. Skittish as I opened the door, but two blown kisses and a low “mmm kiiiiiiirrrra?” found him stealing back. He was looking for love, and he picked the right door. His reward found: a scratch fest with heavy petting.

Cats that like – nay, DEMAND – furious love warms this feline fan in a furry glow. Our tryst successfully avoided detection by the abode’s resident cuddle muffins that wouldn’t appreciate his audacious assumption of Cheek’s person. Our brief first date didn’t afford pictorial capture, but something tells me he’ll be back.

I wasn’t expecting a new suitor on this, the last day of Cupid’s month. But if you keep your door open, serendipity can strike. That’s why I say, hey man, nice scratch. Nice scratch, man.

8 comments:

Sheena said...

Yeah, well. It's all fun and games until they spray on your steps and leave dead prey in the bed.

whitenoise said...

I love the way you worked that filter lyric in. ;-)

Two resident felines here. Also, two canines. Kids, dogs, cats, I got 'em all...

CheekierMeSly said...

Aw, Sheena, sounds like you've been burned. Do tell!

Whitenoise: just heard that song on the radio for the first time in ages. Good staying power. And so you're bipetual! Me too, tho' it's a vicarious fix these days via peeps' poochies. My preferred breed is AKC - All Kinds Combined, as coined by my DogSchool101 Diva.

whitenoise said...

There's an 8-yr-old black-and-tan Shep at my feet as I type. Shoulda named him "Shadow" 'cause he has to camp out within 3 feet... ;-)

Don't mean to pry, and by all means if you're not comfortable- don't answer. But are you right in ATL?

About the time of the Olympics I used to stay often at the Renaissance, then later at the Wyndham. Never go there anymore...

CheekierMeSly said...

Send an e-mail via address posted in profile, WN.

Anonymous said...

So soon enough, the sounds of metal crushing concrete will be replaced by the cacaphony of little rugrats' high pitched screaming as they burn off their Cocoa Crispies in the playground. You will still not need that alarm clock. Trust me, I speak from experience...... ... .

CheekierMeSly said...

That explains a lot. I never did seem to mind rugrats screaming from Count Chocula-induced sugar comas. Wait! That was me. My poor mother!

whitenoise said...

Maybe you'll become acclimated in much the same way as those people who live next to airports....

"Noise? What noise?"