Adoration

Early morning, I am on my stomach, holding on to the slippery tail of sleep. Bob the cat is sitting on my back. I know, I can tell, he is staring at Chris. They have a love and a telepathy, and he wants to wake her with some projected electricity. He stretches out, his paw on the back of my head, his head next to my cheek. I turn as best I can and see him, in vigil.