That Bella Look (a cat story)

Ok, zoom in …

Now Bella gives me this look quite often, that Bella “look”. It’s what she does. She can be quite judgmental in her looks and stares as I imagine them to be personified, relationshipped, said judgey. I know this is simply a Bella look, but it shares face with old looks and can go a long way to explaining why I have been single for as long as I have (though not unhappily so mind you) and probably to the benefit of all relationships and to mankind in general as example. No, this is the look that I have gotten, at one point or another over the years, or even at many points all at once, of bundled dismayed experience of me, extended, in palpable uncomfortable silence at maybe a kitchen table, or on a bed, or in a car, or at Walmart in store or parking lot or … wherever

Bella doesn’t know it, or maybe she does, she’s a pretty smart cat and probably knows, after all our years together, that this look will have me raise questions just like this and make her giggle in her little stoic unblinking wide-eyed cat-look head “Dude you’re an idiot” kinda way, but this look says it all

It says “What the Fuck Steve?”

It says “Did you really say that? Out loud?!”

It says “You thought that was a good idea in your obviously simple mind why?”

It says “Sigh”

It says “You forgot to hit Stop N Shop for what Cricket and I like and are now resorting to the last ditch cans again aren’t you?”

It says “Please don’t look at this look as one of disdain but dude, seriously … yeah, look at this look as one of disdain”

It says “You make me laugh, you see me laughing right?”

It says “My mother warned me of the likes of you and that I could do so much better”

No, this is just a look but a one that I know too well

No worries though

Bella: Worry