March 6, 2007
She’s staring at me again. Damn cat. She jumps beside me with a yowl. I pretend not to notice. She stands, starts purring, and stares harder, leaning slightly so she can touch my arm with the tips of her fur. I glance at her. She lifts her chin, purrs harder, looks at me with bedroom eyes, lowering the shades, pressing closer, purring deeper, leaning to sniff at my arm and rub her wet nose along it. I look away, focusing my eyes across the room. She waits. Then she realizes I’m a rock, I’m impervious, I’m Golem. She stops purring.