Hope seems to feel that if she lies curled up in the bathroom sink she will be as close to the Heavenly Father as she possibly can be. She cannot stay away. I have a very small bathroom sink, and if she just plops her body down into it, it kind of envelops her and insists that she curls up. It doesn’t have a flat bottom, it’s all one gentle curve – which works for her, if she’s in a sleey mood.<\/p>\n
She sits on the bathmat, staring up at the sink, trying to decide whether or not to go for it. Once she’s up there, she’s happy and immediately succumbs to the curve-y forces of gravity. But it takes some time to make the move. Not because she is afraid or trepidatious. I think it is because it is difficult when you love something like that. It is hard to accept love of that intensity. She decides to go for it. Up she leaps, into the sink … and she turns … and turns … and turns … her feet sliding on the tile sides, until finally she collapses, head resting on her paws, hidden from view.<\/p>\n
I forget sometimes that this love affair with the sink is going on – so I lose track of her in my small apartment – and she seems to have disappeared. I call out, “Hope? Where are you?”<\/p>\n
What a stupid question. Of COURSE she is in the sink. She gives me a tired arrogant look from over the side of the sink, like, “Haven’t you caught on yet? I loves me this sink. Mkay?”<\/p>\n
Last night I was in the kitchen and I could hear her purrs from within the sink all the way down the hall.<\/p>\n
I am not sure why a cold white tile sink would generate such a rapturous response, and I am sure it has something to do with the coolness of it, in these hot dog days of summer, but I like to think there is something more. I like to think that the shape itself pleases Hope. That it is a welcoming circular space, perfect for curling up in, nothing to adjust to, nothing you have to work with<\/i> … a perfect space for a sleeping cat. I like to think that there is some connection<\/i> there that makes Hope lie asleep, purring so ferociously that it makes me laugh out loud to hear her. “Uhm … wow Hope. That’s a loud purr. Are you, by any chance, happy right now? Because honestly. That purr is out of control.”<\/p>\n
And so I am happy for Hope. And the sink. I’m glad they finally found each other.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Hope seems to feel that if she lies curled up in the bathroom sink she will be as close to the Heavenly Father as she possibly can be. She cannot stay away. I have a very small bathroom sink, and … Continue reading