The substitute cleaner tells me she’d love
a cat of her own, an indoor cat, but
her boyfriend says it would have to
live outside. I don’t say, ‘Get rid of him,’
though I think it. But when Poppi wakes,
I do say, ‘She’s very friendly. You can pet her.’
(I don’t tell everyone that, though it’s
mostly true.) ‘She purred so loudly!’
she exclaims afterwards, almost shocked
with delight. I’m not surprised. Poppi and I
can see this new person’s warm glow.
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