Non-Conjunctive Visitation

23 05 2008

From the Latin: conjunctus: serving to connect; non: to not.

Seven days and counting. 

Did I mention that when my Contessa visits, I am not allowed to fondle the favorite blue angora sweater she wears?  woman's puppy hanging out of blouseNo nose in the cleavage; no lick behind the ear. 

I am forced to sit behind bars and enjoy only the odor of the day she’s had, tracing her path in an olfactory fashion: the macelleria on her fingers, smoke from the corner bar downwind, a pause to test, with a single touch of her fingernail, the freshness of the day’s catch displayed in Campo di Fiori.Campo di Fiori

It’s like smelling porchetta atop the impossibility of a tall table.  My stomach turns as the ineviability of denial sinks in.  devil dogAnd I hate the postman more. 

The wag in my tail fades into a low poise.  don's tailDreams of a warm hug and tasty treat vanish as my Contessa dabs one eye, bids me “Ciao”, and slips through the door to freedom.

Chow, indeed.


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