opportunisticat

I love how kitty 
who is not allowed upstairs 
to the loft, gathers herself
innocently in the vicinity
as if aimlessly milling, then
when you go to crack open
the closet-like door, revealing
the almost elfin staircase, she 
starts ducking and bobbing 
her head around, hunching 
shoulders, tensing four legs 
for the bolt between two 

'til 
shoosh 
slip-click 

too late, kitty. 
You tried. Don't 
lie, you were 
totally trying. 

Sorry 

those eyes, though. 
Predatorially curious 
orbs in fur angelface. 

Exiled down here, but 
still bobbing and weaving 
cerebrally for the shot 
upstairs.