Duped by a cat

My cat has a knack for duping me. I know, he's just a cat. His brain is very, very tiny. And yet, he gets me at least once or twice a week.

It all begins with him looking at something: a coat rack, the ceiling, a book shelf. He'll stare and stare and stare, his eyes wide, pupils saucer-shaped. Eventually, I'll notice this and begin to stare at the coat rack or ceiling or book shelf, as well. After a few moments of searching and seeing nothing, I look back at the cat, hoping to trace his eye-line, figuring his stare will lead me to the bug or whatever is so interesting. But, he now isn't staring at the object in question. He's staring at me, eye to eye. 

And smiling.

Once again.