A Cheetah Named Lily
She was sitting on an antique wing chair wearing a blue and red silk robe. Her hair was down. And I’ll be dammed, if there wasn’t a cheetah in a black suede collar sitting next to her like a house cat. She hadn’t lied to me. She said she had a pet cheetah and there it was.
“Her name is Lily. Give her a chance to get to know you, and she’ll be purring in your lap.” Because of the way Bianca smiled as she said that I didn’t know if she meant it.
“I think that’ll take some time. Lily’s looks like she’s going to start snarling.”
“It’s not that. I just lit some incense and she’s making faces to let us know she doesn’t like it. She’ll lose interest before long and get closer to you.”
Bianca was right. We moved to the sofa. I sat in the middle with Bianca on one side and Lily on the other. She nuzzled my hand until it was under her chin, Lily that is. I’ve had lots of dogs and cats. Lily was bigger than most dogs but she was still a cat. I got the idea that Bianca was interested in seeing if I could win over her pet. I silently accepted the challenge and began to gently stroke under Lily’s chin. Then I moved my hand down to her neck. When I saw that she didn’t mind my touching her throat, I knew we had become friends. She rolled onto her back expecting a belly rub, and I went along. She started purring, and it later became clear that Bianca was very impressed.