On Zevran.

I love my cat
because
when he sits outside the shower waiting for me
when he climbs on my shoulders to chew on my hair
when he plays fetch with wild-eyed, manic abandon
when he clambers under the blanket to nestle in the crook of my arm
when he chases his tail in a patch of sunlight
No matter how much I want to
I never, ever know
I never will know
what's going through that little head of his.

But he trusts me.