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12/28/2004: "Twenty-five minutes"

There was a light dusting of snow while I was over taking care of the cats. The one has been shy and stands in back of the armrest of the sofa whenever I appear. He opens his eyes wide and watches me. The bolder one is almost entirely white, and follows me around. I lay on the floor and he sniffed my eyebrows. Today I took a book along and read a chapter, sitting on the sofa by the safe armrest. When I looked up the shy one had come out to the center of the room and was grooming himself. I got out his favorite toy and he chased it a little; I kept the other confused by a laser pointer. I went upstairs to serve them their dinner. They followed me but only the bold one came in. His meal goes in a bowl on the floor. The shy one get his dinner loose on the table; he stood in the hall and looked at me. He went back downstairs when I left the room; I could see him behind the couch. The bold one had finished his dinner and helped me put on my shoes. I found the key and stepped outside. I locked the door behind me. The snow had stopped; there was still barely enough daylight for me to make my way home.