The Cat and the Phone I lay on the bed scrolling through my phone, the blue…

The Cat and the Phone I lay on the bed scrolling through my phone, the blue light hitting the ceiling. The cat pressed his face into the pillow beside my ear. He asked what was on the screen. Nothing important, I said. Is it a white cat. Yes. Does it have a heart. Yes. He watched the glass for a moment, then turned and pushed a single dry kibble under my chin with his nose. He set it down in its place and stopped when it was placed.