Loki thought he was being sneaky by sitting behind me. As if I wouldn’t know he was there.
I politely ignored him in order to see what he might do, the whole while keeping the camera trained on him since I really couldn’t see what he was doing. I expected him to violently get my attention when I didn’t acknowledge him. Having photos would prove I’m an abused parent.
As I sat and waited, I pondered what vile deeds he would perpetrate once he became frustrated with my lack of response.
And I waited.
And I waited some more.
When the terrible mayhem failed to occur, I finally turned around to see what he was up to. I certainly knew he hadn’t walked by me, so he was still behind me… doing something.
I immediately laughed when I looked at him. Something outside—perhaps a bird or another cat—had caught his attention. He was fixated on looking out the window and had completely forgotten the evil he had planned.
And I escaped unscathed, a rather unusual outcome when it comes to encounters with Loki.
Whatever drew his attention away had saved me a bit of blood, a bit of flesh, and whole lotta pain.