Timepiece
Copyright© 2015 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 16
Many Egyptian Mau cats are grey overall with plentiful symmetrical darker grey spots covering the body and appendages; Pyewacket is cream and bronze ... with enormous ears and a banded tail. Arabian Mau cats are sometimes similar. When Pye broadcast a vision of her romancer, he looked identical to the African Desert cat.
Dessert, please.
Dr. J laughed again.
“What?”
“What you said,” J said ... menacing with her shotgun.
“I didn’t say nuffin’” I said.
Look at his mouth, Janine.
“How did you do that?” While it was a question, it was an accusatory question. MY lips hadn’t moved.
I simply nodded at the cat.
“Oh No. You’re not doing that to me,” Dr. J said.
Pyewacket decided to rub it in, Dr. J. It’s not David or Wendy, it’s me. I did it in my head.
Janine spun ... the shotgun followed along behind... “Convince me,” she said, looking Pye in the eye.
Pyewacket: Tell me how I can do that.
Doctor J: Read my mind.
Pyewacket: You have to broadcast. I can’t just sneak in. Oh ... you just did.
“Shit!” Dr. J exclaimed, “She did it.”
I did not.
“Didn’t do what?”
Shit.
Janine lost it.
When she calm down, she had a sit with Pyewacket. I took a photograph. Dr. J is laid back in my recliner, her hand gently rubbing Pyewacket’s creamy unspotted belly. Pye’s rear-legs are crossed at the ankles and her front legs are deadbeetled under her chin.
She is smiling ... as close as a cat can smile.
The tip of her tail is windshield-wipering ... just the tip ... caressing the underside of Doctor J’s wrist. They are telling silent stories. Pye is silent ... Dr. J is extolling the virtues of the yet unborn kittens and Pye is eating it up.
Every now and again, the hand slows or stops, the tail speeds up with a firmer contact to the wrist. Dr. J gives a start and begins rubbing again.
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