by Amilyn amilynh at comcast dot net
Written for: fantasmabob in the Yuletide 2006 Challenge
The Cat could see the tips of the woman's teeth whenever he arrived, even now that she knew his role in the scheme of things.
In her absence the man would scritch the Cat's ears. Those were good mornings.
When she was there, the man was slower to get up and the Cat had to jump onto the bed, yowling a work reminder. It was good she was not always there.
A few months in, the food acquired an occasional sweet, grassy flavor. Those mornings the Cat lay on his side and watched the woman's pleased smirk through glazed eyes.