Sookie

Sookie is my mom's housemate. On weekends, she sits stoically on the screened-in porch and schemes up plots to escape into the wild backyard. She reluctantly comes in at night, but when she does she becomes my mom's shadow, following her from room to room, from project to project, until she finally nestles into bed. She begins on my mom's chest, because that was where she slept as a kitten. But eventually, she is relegated to the foot of the bed, because her body is not so small anymore.