The television makes sounds that suggest someone is not performing adequately. Mom and Dad lean forward on the sofa. Their posture indicates investment in an outcome I cannot influence.

Gus has positioned himself between them, chin resting on the coffee table, eyes closed. He appears to be asleep but his ears track every sound from the kitchen. I have chosen the armchair where the afternoon light falls properly and I can monitor both the game situation and any movement toward the cookie jar.

Dad says something about the midfield. Mom responds with a sound that could be agreement or frustration. The television continues its commentary on human athletic shortcomings while a ball moves around a field in Portland.

I shift slightly to catch more sun. The light is good here. The humans will resolve their sporting concerns or they will not. The cookies remain constant.

During halftime someone will walk to the kitchen. I have observed this pattern across many sporting events. Gus appears to sleep through everything but he will lift his head precisely when the refrigerator opens. We both understand the rhythms of this house.

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