Dec 23, 2008 10:49
This morning I woke a little earlier then normal. I heard the scritching of Speedbump in the cage, and with the accompaniment of Lucas watching movies in his bedroom, I decided to get up. After my morning coffee I looked around the kitchen and decided to do the dishes. For the past couple of days I hadn't really done much aside play World of Warcraft.
As I was cleaning up, I looked outside the kitchen window, to the nearly foot of snow on the ground. What caught my eye was that the window was filthy and in need of a good clean. And as I looked I noticed some portions were a little cleaner then others and took the shape of pawprints. Varying in size, tiny prints pressed into the glass, some with downward sweeps.
On the window, I realized, was Zipper's lifetime. We never cleaned the window because he would just get back up and paw at the window in rapid movements to tell us he was ready to come inside. Tiny prints of him as a kitten to the medium size of his adulthood.
Looking at the snow, I can remember watching this chubby gray cat bounding through the snow, trying to catch a squirrel, but then I remember the window and how it needs to be washed. And how I can't bring myself to do it.