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The Day’s Delight: Prodigal Kitten

The prodigal kitten has been working through some stuff and away for a week. (I saw her, once, and the former neighbor saw her twice– she was fine, just not ready to come home). I had a feeling today was the day, and when I showed up and called for her she meowed that particular raspy meow she gets when she’s missed me (or just been really out of practice), and we drove home.

It’s not totally unlike the feeling of having two matchas today at work: exciting, and a little out-of-body. But spending the evening sitting on the futon on the deck, petting the Golden Spiral in feline form brought it all back down to a deep, almost inaudible purr.


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