The cat had been snoozing on the carpet, snoring out human sounds.  She was spread out on her back, open to the sun.  He ran to fetch his camera and yet could not get himself to snap a shot.  He felt as one snooping.  She ever so slightly opened one eye.  Had she caught him?  He felt nabbed.  Her eye didn’t though plop open.  It stayed ajar till slowly it closed.  The snore softened.  He had to put the camera aside.  How else to take in the living face of trust?