Scoonchie

I was taking a hot bubble bath and my cat walked by. We both fell into a staring contest. Her marble glance locked in mine. Her furry isosceles ears poised to hear restless energy in a soundless room. Still. Sharp. As we shared a moment of intense focus, my mind tugged away as the weight of attention became heavy. I envied her focus as if she could be in this frame for hours. I begged off, and submerged my head below the bubbles and appreciating the sound of my own heartbeat. Then I got out of the tub and saw where she’d knocked a pack of scoonchie headbands in the toilet. I threw them away.