I first mentioned Dash in the old blog as the friendly cat who lived two doors down from us and had become quite attached to Wiley. While Wiley napped indoors by the patio in the sun, Dash would sit on the other side of the window and stare longingly. When Wiley went outside, Dash would appear from under a car and walk beside him. Dash frequently left tokens of affection, in the form of dead whole or mostly whole rodents, on our doormat.
When we arrived back home last month, late at night, it just so happened that Dash was sitting in our parking spot, as if waiting for his love to return.
Wiley, for his part, remains coy, alternately ignoring Dash and sniffing tentatively in his wake.
Just about every day, it goes something like this.
Wiley watches Dash...
Dash watches Wiley...
At last, a furtive kiss. Or at least a sniff.
Ok, they're not baby polar bears, but they are pretty damn cute.
1 comment:
Awwwwwwww!!!!!!!
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