The cat is crying to get inside. She jumps up in my window and pleads. She goes to the back door and pleads. She runs around the house to the front door and complains. I ignore her as long as I can because I have been down this road before.
Finally I open the door and she says, “Who me? Do I really want to come in?” When I apply my foot with a little gentle reminder she hops ahead and starts to strut like she is the queen on her way to the throne.
It is my daughter’s cat. My wife keeps saying it is mine. No way. I am simply a steward of an animal that my daughter and granddaughter cherish while they work on getting home from Japan.
It is like having a resident snowflake.
homo unius libri
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