Sometimes intelligible ramblings from a former teacher, publisher, aerospace worker, barmaid, and waitress
Monday, August 10, 2009
Mad Cat
My Sweetie sleeps at home alone, tucked under the blanket, the whir of the fan in the background. When he awakes, he'll eat, poop, pee, and attack the phony mouse on a string. He saves his real feelings for when his mom returns.
In my life I've waited tables, raised sons, taught school, published books, and railed at politicians. I'm building a house, next to my son, where I can spend time with my granddaughter. I read, write, and dream about being immortal.
2 comments:
Real relationships require intensity. I'm sure you appreciate Sweetie saving himself for you.
He is the original one woman cat!
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