My Feelings for You Remain Undefined

Your bowl sits next to me on the counter where I do my computer work. As you’ve seen, I’ve been catching up on projects and correspondence most of the afternoon. You swim around and play and as I catch your movement from the corner of my eye, I glance your way and we look at each other as though we’ve reached some secret understanding. I alternate between feelings of strange fishy companionship (you really are a good listener) and annoyance that there is yet another person in my house who refuses to nap and won’t stop moving.