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He feels her stomach, pressing his long fingers deep into her soft fur. All the while he coos softly, then strokes her for a while. Suddenly, he inserts the needle expertly, in and out in one swift movement.
A blissful roll on my lap becomes a frantic scramble. Her body twists and turns, tail swishing. Inevitably, she hits the floor. Shaking her head, she begins to wash her paw self-consciously. Dignity must be upheld.
I stroke it through her fur, leaving perfect lines. She loves its white plastic bristles, its red wooden back. Eventually she’ll start to play, but for now she just luxuriates.
The little grey dog stops, tail not moving, ears pricked. Opposite him is a tortoiseshell cat, sideways on, back arched. Neither moves a muscle. A stand off is in progress, but who will win?
She sits, paws tucked under her for warmth, her eyes half closed against the light. As it falls on the white windowsill it is reflected up to highlight her pale chin. Her face is lit from underneath with an almost … Continue reading
Sitting boldly on the garden fence, his winter redbreast sways from side to side as he scans his territory. Looking for nearby predators, he doesn’t see her. She sits on the conservatory windowsill, hunched as if to pounce. The tip … Continue reading
Curled in a ball, one front paw under her head and one stretched carelessly over my stomach. Eyes blissfully closed, she revels in my stroking. She is settled in for the evening; any movement will be taken as a great … Continue reading
A mark made by a cat’s claw on the back of my hand. Blooming bright red against my sallow skin. I cannot help but watch its steady progress; from blood to inflammation, from scab to scar – the everyday marvel … Continue reading
As soon as I leave my chair, she’s there. Her grey, whiskered face revealing a small pink tongue and sharp little teeth. Her plaintive calls are continuous and at an ever increasing volume. Bella must be fed right now she … Continue reading