One of the feral cats inhabiting the back alley and yards.
Was probably born on my patio. Looks right at home.
Am off soon from coffee for workout, then shrink. Ho-hum.
Shall I tell her all that's been happening the past four months?
I don't think so. Am I crazy? Not really. Things drive me nuts.
I'll just tell her I've been winging it; taking those things day by day.
This cat wouldn't be here if Eula were still on alert. Miss her.
No time for another dog - and none for stuck up women neither.
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