green eyes

From the living room she stares at me, as always and snobbishly. With her indescribable green eyes, because I don't know her emotions, even if I stare at them for decades her thoughts would still be a mystery to me. From the sofa she gets down elegantly and walks towards me, with steps as light as a feather she seduces me to let her leave my house. Convinced by her affectionate staged actions, I open the door. She comes out, looks around, sees the green of the plants that don't compare to her eyes and turns her head to me, dissatisfied again. She asks me to come in again and I open the door. She runs quickly to the living room, jumps, scratches and scratches herself in her black hair, then comes back purring at my feet on the sofa.

This is Lora. my cat.