Love and Movies

We didn't end up going to Orlando last night because we're lame and old and tired (not really, but kind of) so instead we had a scrumptious homemade dinner (turkey bacon wrapped shrimp with a light goat cheese, walnut and herb salad) and watched movies.

John makes great floor-forts: layers of bedding and pillows on the living room wherein we curl up for prime TV viewing real estate. Last night was no exception and usually minutes, no seconds, after the construction phase of these forts gets completed, Foxy is present.

She started respectfully enough, on the floor in front of us, staring and purring. Halfway through Beer Wars she got more bold, crawling up on to one of the pillows.

It was heartwarmingly cute, really. "I'm here. Pet me when you can. Love me."

But as most things with her, the cute phase is short-lived. She's impatient, not that I have any idea what that's like. Regardless, we patted her here and there, the usual. But it wasn't enough. It's never enough. She is, no argument, a bottomless pit of love.

And when it comes to John, Foxy is a woman obsessed with filling that pit. I've cared for her, nursed her back from the wild, picked up after her, taken her to the vet, moved her here and there, and loved the bejesus out of her furry little head for going on 8 years now. She meets John and it's "Vanessa who?" I can't blame her, he has the same effect on me...but still...cat, human, cat, human.

Anyway, as we make our way into The Bourne Ultimatum (yes, I know I'm behind) she makes her way into John's face. As usual, he gives in and pets her into a frenzy of muffled reverberation.
                                      

And then, because it's true that he really is the sweetest guy alive, he lays back and lets her do what she's been aiming for since that first innocent moment on the carpet. His chest is her Mt. Everest and last night, she didn't even have to use her claws to get up there!



They laid like that for I don't know how long. I actually fell asleep somewhere around half-way through the movie (which if you've seen it, you know I had to be really tired to be able to accomplish). But before I conked out, I did manage to snap this picture of them...holding (paw) hands! Sigh. Foxy 1, Vanessa 0.

--V