A Cat's Guide to Being Watched by a Bee

I thought I was the one doing the watching. Turns out Honeymoth has her own study of me.

I caught her today. Not literally, I would never do that. But I caught her looking at me the same way I look at her. Like I am something interesting. Something worth figuring out.

I was stretched out on the warm stones near the garden path. Not doing anything. Just existing in that way cats do when they are not performing for anyone. And she landed on a nearby flower, this little purple one that is probably her favorite, and she just... stopped.

Her head was turned toward me. Those eyes that I always thought were too busy with flowers to notice anything else. She was noticing me.

I felt strange. Seen, I suppose. Which is not something a cat expects to feel from a bee.

We stayed like that for a while. Me pretending not to know she was watching. Her pretending the flower was more interesting. Two creatures being witnessed by each other without either one admitting it.

That is the thing about living with someone, even someone who is not really living with you in the way you live with someone. You become part of their routine too. I am her furniture. But maybe she is mine.

I do not know how to end this one. I just wanted you to know that even the watcher gets watched sometimes.