♡let's care about something pointless♡

I have a little grey cat who creeps over to me whenever I'm reading.

She stares at me, her apple-green eyes wide and nervous, but all pretense vanishes when I scoop her into an embrace, and she settles down quite peacefully. She'll lay down on my chest with her face inches from mine, those peculiar eyes of hers calmly watching me as I stare over her head at the pages. She has a very particular way of resting - her hind legs tucked under her with her body completely even, her head slightly tilted down, and her tiny front paws evenly poking out in front of her, prim and precise as a pair of gloved hands. I named her after a goddess because I consider her unusually elegant for a small cat, and so far she's well lived up to that name.

She'll stay that way from anywhere from hours to minutes, but the moment I cough or a loud noise is heard in the next room, her eyes will go as big as saucers, her ears will lay flat on her head, and she'll take off like a bat out of hell to the nearest hiding place.

Of course, despite her constant abrupt departures, she'll always come back later, cautious and strange as ever.

I suppose there are a lot of people out there with a similiar attitude.