Cat Comforter
Oh the cat's been pretty good about being left alone for many days these recent weeks, with her cat window for egress and that man who comes every couple of days and fills her bowl. No apparent tantrums on my returns discluding the blood drawn from my flesh and not much to suggest extreme angst while I'm away, the shredded toilet paper rolls really only good clean fun. I write the blood drawing off to over-exuberant joy or possibly she just likes to see the peroxide bubble on my wounds. I'm coming for you Virginia, I'm all packed up and waiting for the sheets to dry and then I'll drive up from NC and pick you up and bring you down here for one last visit. No, you won't be happy about the driving and you will poop yourself and drool but we'll clean that up and let it fade into the recesses of our memories. When I left you were snuck up under the comforter like a wadded up pair of pants. I knew it was you though, ain't no fooling me but what I let you.
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