Friday, January 21, 2005
Sasha knows that he is a beautiful boy. His tail is especially beautiful; black and shiny on the top (continuing the black stripe that runs from his head all the way down his back), and buff-colored and fluffy on the underside. Most of the time, Sasha's tail is at attention, a flag marking his movement. Sometimes I know that he is walking past our bed only because I see the end of his tail moving, like a huge dust-bunny under its own power, beyond the footboard.