Dinner

by

Silverwolf ©





Dinner


Tippy lay quietly in her overstuffed chair, soft chocolate eyes soaking in the flickering images in an otherwise dark room. Her favorite tape, a wolf documentary, was about half way through its three-hour length as she peacefully awaited the supper I prepared in the next room. Looking in on her, her gaze shifting only temporarily to me, I was again taken by her tender beauty. The soft light of the screen, a far cry from the fluorescent glare we first locked eyes under, danced across her jet fur, seeming to be an electric aura surrounding her lithe body. With a soft whimper she turned back to the screen.

Turning myself, I continued to prepare our dinner. The smell of spinach casserole filled the country kitchen, mingling delicately with the strong aroma of glazed beef. I began a garden salad the center of which starred steamed then cooled asparagus lay on a bed of fresh romaine. This I surrounded with sliced Roma tomatoes and cucumber, and covered in cream vinaigrette. I cut Tippys portion in fine slices to accommodate her small mouth. She really loved fresh vegetables, despite her carnivorous nature. After setting up her booster seat, a converted highchair, and placing candles and a vase of roses for a centerpiece, I stopped her tape and asked her to join me at the table.

Setting her in her chair before the salad plate, and stopping to kiss her sweet head, I turned on some dinner music knowing she’d wait for my return. She always did. Beethoven’s Fur Elise, I smiled at the emotional chords, thinking them appropriate to the romance of the evening. Perhaps Tippy did not understand the romantic mood, I felt she did, and could ask for no more beautiful and ladylike company. She may just accept these dinners to please me. If so she is more the lady, and a gentler soul, for so doing. I certainly loved sharing my table with her. I returned to the table, arranging thin slices of beef around the steaming casserole on each plate while she waited patiently licking her black lips. The candlelight reflected off her silver heart and chain on her white chest and danced softly in her dark eyes.

I sat, and winking at my lover, picked up my fork to attack the salad. She bent her head to hers, carefully removing the cucumber while enjoying the rest. Moving to the main course, I had to leave my plate and cut her beef finer as I had the salad. Even so, I finished ahead of her. I usually did as she ate in a more delicate manner. Waiting till she cleaned her plate, I whispered “There's dessert too, sexy”. Her tail thumped the back of her chair as I took from the refrigerator two custard molds topped with a brandied cherry sauce. I love to cook almost as much as I love to eat, loving only Tippy more than either. Kissing her head again, I set a dish before her, then retook my seat. She waited, watching me as piano strains filled our ears. Nodding to her, I put spoon to work. She beat me on dessert. This too was typical, my lady having quite a sweet tooth.

Sliding my chair next to hers, I shared the last of my custard, soaking in her eyes as she ate off my spoon.
Finished, I held my hand out for her delicate feathered paw, and leaning closer wished her a happy Valentines Day. Turning up her pretty nose, she rewarded me with a soft kiss before leaping down and heading for the armchair to continue watching her tape. I cleared the table before joining her to cuddle and kiss for the rest of the evening.


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