Walking in the Woods with Bogart

I am walking in the dense woods with Bogart, my Snowshoe Siamese who thinks he is a dog. He is crisscrossing my path as leaves and twigs crunch under my foot. I carefully watch my step. Patches of marshy soil glisten here and there, perfect muddy traps. Bogart stops now and then wondering why I am so slow – his inquisitive back glances are reassuring. His marbles-sized blue eyes watch for every move around him. When he runs ahead and I lose sight of him, I know exactly where he is – the tall and yellowing blades of grass are moving in a wave pattern.