I set the carrier onto the living room rug, and as I unzipped the top flap, Miri pushed and wiggled her way out nose first. She sprang out in a blur, landing gracefully onto the floor. She dropped onto her side in a huff, resolutely facing away from me. I guess she didn’t enjoy being probed by strangers at the VCA animal hospital nearby.
I needed a photo for my art lesson the next day, so I pointed my phone at her and murmured “pspsps”, hoping to get her attention. While her ears swiveled, she otherwise stayed put. After a pause, I urgently whispered, “Hey, Miri!”. Finally, with a look of betrayal and the slightest hint of violence between her glowing eyes, she turned and looked into the lens.