What you cannot see in this photo is the proximity of a plump pigeon, right in Melody’s eyeline as she looks through her catflap with hope in her green eyes. In such a case, the hope is entirely false, since however large the pigeon, Melly would never manage to lay a claw on it due to her lack of speed, excess of girth and complete inability to go through her door without making a gigantic clatter. But still the hope is there, poised and undeniable. Sometimes I feel surges of inexplicable optimism too, even though, like my cat, you’d really think I would know better by now.
Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017