I look at my cat laying on the oatmeal sofa chair by the window.
She is sleeping.
I ask her in a singsong voice: "what are you doing?"
Her eyes remain closed but her tail flutters and hits her ears that twitch in response.
She lifts her head slowly and looks at me with sleepy eyes.
She places her paw on her tail and curls back up.
She knows she cannot control her love for me.
A magic in my voice like a puppet string.