red-stained shirt

cybele is up and down, hot and cold, all or nothing, infuriating or lose-your-pants charming. for instance, i want her to enjoy a bowl of strawberries with me. we drop off the bigkids at camp and head downtown to the a-farmer's a-market. we get a couple-a quarts of the last berries of the season. among other things. we get home and i wash them, and she looks interested, maybe even enthusiastic. but i dont let her run around with the bowl, and i dont give her my coffee spoon to eat them with. so she scoffs and sneers at them. fine with me, whatever. i drink my coffee and absently eat a berry now and then. but when i set my spoon on the side of the bowl, she zooms to the table, convinced i have kowtowed to her demands, and commences to house every last berry, hand over fist, breathing only thru her nose, juice dribbling down her perfect chin, onto her hand-me-down pirate shirt from captain james via 'phia, and she glares at me when i try to take one to eat myself. then they are gone and we are both pleased.