Flashes of Panic

A (and others) think I attribute overly-sophisticated or human thoughts and motives to Iz sometimes. It’s quite possible that I do; his behavior is simple enough to fit a wide variety of interpretations, and his manner sufficiently inscrutable (perhaps it’s because he doesn’t speak English) that he implies some unspoken motives.

All the same, we’re his entire social group. He has times when he wants to be by himself, of course, particularly when he’s patrolling the upstairs windows against the neighborhood pigeons. (You can’t trust those pigeons.) But there are other times when he stays close by—if we’re in different rooms, he’ll stake out a spot in between us.

Nobody believes me when I say this, but when A is away, he demands more attention from me. Last night, he was prowling around my office maiowing—he didn’t want me to scratch behind his ears, he didn’t want dinner, he just wanted to be the center of attention.

Or so I figure.