Outpourings from a dusty room
in a historic neighborhood
in the fairest city of a very blue state
by a person who cares about cats and cake.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Wendy
I couldn't make the bed until 5 pm; all four cats had commandeered it. I don't hesitate to relocate Snicky, Snalbert, and/or Possum when they're in my way — because they don't mind. They jump right back up as soon as I'm done.
But Wendy joined the others today. She usually hides under the bed for most of the day, so this was a nice change. She didn't cringe or dash away when I stroked her, either. So, for her, I waited.
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