I didn't think I had much to talk about tonight. No new Bee Things. Venus and Mim had a brief Escape, but as a story "They got out, I got them in" lacks something. Up a little late this morning and to too much e-mail to go for a ride.

And then I went in to see Magic, bringing his dinner. (Hey, do I know how to be cool or what?) We have been doing a thing, where the plate of food gets closer to me each time. This has not been exactly THRILLING him, you understand, but he was grumpily put up with it, sniffing and biting me, and sometimes getting some licks in.

The food has been right by me for two days now, so I thought I might push my luck.

So I pet him.

One finger only. Like petting a butterfly. Or, perhaps, Bees. So gently, like a feather, by his whiskers, and on the top of his head. He's been here half a year now. First touch.

I wish I could say, he loved it, we are bonded, scritches happened. But, no. He growled, he bit, a couple times, and hard. Once hard enough that I had to stop him, pulled back just enough to get my finger out, then bonked him, with a feather light bonk on his nose and told him to stop that, and continued my feather pets.

And he stayed. Pulled back a couple of times, but kept coming back to eat, and let me touch him. So softly.

It was such a nice thing to happen. I was feeling pretty tired, and thinking I wished I had the energy to accomplish something grand this evening, spring is here, it's still light, I thought I should DO something.

I think I did.

Magic is mewing me, which means he wants me to come back.

Do something indeed.

Love and Some Unexpected Magic,
Lorraine