We meet at the break of my day together at your water bowl, faithful feline. There you sit like a wary sentinel watching me with guarded hope. “Will my human remember me? Will she treasure my needs and soothe my thirsty tongue? Will she refresh my parched throat again one more day?” I faithfully tendContinue reading “Ode to my Morale Officer”
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Letting go of strings 