Pleading brown eyes piercing my conscience
Absently I look away, oblivious to the longing in his eyes
I'm busy, writing, surfing the net, or reading a good book
A soft sigh escapes as he looks away, giving up for the moment.
Ten minutes later he is back. This time I relent, look at him with affection, pat his soft head, and fondle his long silky ears.
He is content and lies down next to my chair, where he keeps faithful vigil.