A Cat's Adventure: Date Night

My halitosis had gotten out of hand. "Horrendous!" seemed an overstatement, but brushing once wasn't going to get rid of all those years. Drummer took her time with me seriously!

This place was white

shiny

clean, clean, clean

Speaking of clean.

I had no idea what was going on.

After the shower she brushed out my fur.

The World

is a crazy place

when the senses

begin

materializing

Smelling in the store with the boy, the almost-pulse of blood when running with Fireheart, and now an undulation, a ripple wanting to course its way up my padded feet and into my throat when I see Doll--

--in a haze at the top of the stairs.

Sublime dinner on my first date ever. Almost-ripples float away.

LOOK AT THE SPREAD!

Lasagne

Strawberry Ice Cream

Sliced Bread

Fresh parmesan cheese in a shaker

Olive oil

Salt

Pepper

Stunning floral plates

Napkins

REAL silverware

Drinking glass

(never have I been trusted with GLASS)

Country wooden table

Upholstered chairs!

Doll?

She liked my "crazy hat." Almost held my hand. And her voice?

Sweeter than honey.

Drifting off, completely content, I wonder, how can I repay Drummer?

Then, in the morning, the shock of my life. Drummer did not bring me back to Classroom. I thought I had it figured out. I wasn't just forgotten either. Drummer seated me on her bed. Said, "Later Gator," even though I am no gator, and just before she went out the door looked back at me and said, "be ready to jam."

Time in Drummer's bright room was joyous:

All day imagining

the satisfying taste of jam,

the light as it played

its way across the wall,

then the floor,

then the very bed I sat upon,

the cadre of animals on the bed,

all behaved very

stuffed.

One cannot ask for more than that.

Drummer came back with my dreams of jam.