My cat and I meet and greet
over breakfast and lunch;
then at night, for a longer
stretch of togetherness …
cuddles…. Between times,
deep in private thought,
we inhabit our own spaces.
It’s almost like having
another writer in the house.
(An extra one today ... for no particular reason except that two happened.)
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