Admiring Miri from a distance

I took these pictures last weekend. I was on the bed with Harold, and Miri did her regular dash past me to the window, where she can keep her eye on me. Because she just can't trust me.

Here she is, looking casual.


Then looking at me.

And getting annoyed. Are you still here? Why?

And finally: If I turn away, are you still there? Why?

She'll get used to me. Someday.

Meanwhile, though Harold is missing me this week, Miri is enjoying the peace. So some good comes out of it.