I walked into the room carrying a tray of snacks and found my beloved mistress, Athena, watching the Macy's Day Parade on television. She shut it off as I approached with small a tray of cheese slices, a selection of crackers, olives, salami rolled up with cream cheese inside, and a bunch of grapes, just in case she was sick of the snack foods.
"You're going to spoil me," she said, petting my hair as I knelt beside her. I presented the tray, and she popped an olive into her mouth before taking the tray and setting it on the coffee table in front of her. "How are you, darling?"
"Well, thank you. The turkey is looking gorgeous, the potatoes are peeled, the broccoli is chopped... pretty much everything is ready." It was a big meal for just two, but we'd decided to have our own private Thanksgiving feast this year, rather than deal with the drama from our families. Hers thought I was a pushover, and they hated me for it, and mine... well, we didn't really speak to my family.
Athena scratched me behind the ears in a way that made me sigh with pleasure, and then resumed her slow stroke of my hair, which I had grown out to my shoulders. Her fingers slid through my locks, catching just enough to make me shudder with pleasure, especially when she hit a snag and the slight, pinching pull stung before my tangle parted.