I also believe it to be a response to her extremely distrusting attitude toward everyone save Grendel, her man. She’s even more certain of his disposition than she is of mine.
So it stems from that attitude this brief series of photos I took while she lay peacefully in the bedroom one afternoon. I readily accepted that she wanted to take a nap, and that was evidenced by her cuddling up with a toy next to the piles of laundry I was working on.
Despite her inherent trust of me, however, she couldn’t help but take a quick peek when I entered the room, knelt down in front of her, and snapped my first photo.
Once she realized I intended no harm, she closed her eyes.
But I knew she was not trying to go to sleep. It was a pretense only, an attempt to lull me into a false sense of comfort.
So long as I remained near, she continued glancing surreptitiously—almost always with one eye—to see what I was up to.
Finally, when I didn’t get up and leave so she could rest in peace, she popped up like a jack-in-the-box, both eyes wide and staring, and watched me closely as I snapped a few more photos.