was sitting in the big clawfoot tub, with the door open,
alone in the apartment except for my kitten, Rapper. He was in
the next room, and I happened to glance over at him. All of a
sudden, he got into stalk position, tail swishing, eyes riveted
on me. I ducked down inside the tub and waited a few seconds.
When I popped my head up, Rapper had advanced several steps. He
froze, front paw midair, when he saw me. I ducked again.
We kept this up for a few
minutes until he arrived, jumped up and batted at me, carefully,
claws retracted. Since I proved to be such a good
student, he later taught me how to play fetch.
Of all the men long gone in my life,
I think he's the one I miss the most.