Last night I was once again reminded of my life as a free cat.
The evening was dull as usual, so I’d curled up in my box for a long nap. The smells of summertime failed to interest me, as I knew that the fragrant grasses would never touch my paws and that the chirping birds would never feel my claws.
Ah…2 years locked in a house have left me quite a mellow man.
My nap was going quite delightfully when the back door slammed. I twitched my ear, mildly annoyed by the noise. My overprotective “mother” had returned from one of her outdoor escapades. In a few moments, I’d be showered with her annoying kisses and tight hugs. Her footsteps tapped up the stairs and through the kitchen. I braced myself for her affections....
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~Marlene