Natasha came into my bedroom on Saturday morning, while I was getting ready to meet a friend for breakfast.
We started talking about the heat outside and the A/C inside and then Natasha looked up and saw something crawling across the ceiling. She thought it a spider, but it wasn’t, and never mind about that. Ziva was laying on the bed, per standard, and Natasha said to her…
“Why aren’t you looking up?”
The admonishment continued…
“You should be looking up or attacking or pointing or something!”
I knelt down next to the queen-size mattress, put the side of my face on the comforter and proclaimed that this is the vista Ziva most often sees.
The bed. Her bed.
It’s a view of the place where Ziva sleeps her life away. There’s no looking up except when she accidentally rolls onto her back or offers her belly to me as bait. There are no intentional upward glances to protect the humans from spiders or creepy, crawly bugs.
We’re on our own here.
PS: This would have been my One-Liner Wednesday post of the week, except that I’m going to be out-of-town on business and not connected to WordPress peeps for most of the day. I’ll miss you! In the meantime, leave your comments for Ziva and I, and we’ll gladly respond in between her Tuesday naps.
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