Treasured

What three things do I treasure? Happened upon this question.

Touch, laughter, competence.

When I come home, D comes out to greet me, we wrap each other in our arms. We hold hands, and lean into each other, touch feet, I kiss his head, he nuzzles my nose. For the simple pleasure of contact. The cats rub past our legs, walk on us, settle on our laps, we kiss their foreheads and stroke them nose to tail, rub proffered bellies, prop Moby on a shoulder, Eleanor into my hip.

D makes me laugh, when I don't feel like laughing, when the mood sucks me down, he crackles through the dampness and sparks a giggle. I make him laugh, when the frustration ties him up, he huffs in relief and amusement. Moby sticks his face in, jumps back as Ninjakitty! and we laugh. Eleanor fluffs her tail in our faces, skitters and hops in her own comedy routine.

Eleanor leaps to the sill, sure footed. Attacks the rug with intense vigor, avoids human feet with skill. Moby still jumps cleanly and softly, although he takes a few more measurements before he tries. Quick paws with reflections, sangfroid out his ears. D plays guitar, keeps track of all the payments and computer interfaces, knows his comics and history, as well as an impressive array of general knowledge with attendant comprehension. I'm proud of my ability to organize, hard won habits, finishing tasks. I can still flip books like any good shelver in a library, open sterile supplies fast - with accuracy, find knots in shoulders and unkink 'em.


When one fails, the others flood in. We are in good hands, or paws.