When I was a child, reading was something no one interrupted except to call me for meals or a bath. I could spend a whole day, except for lunch, up in the cherry tree with a book and nothing disturbed me except the occasional cat or annoyed Mockingbird.
Today has been almost as satisfying, even if at a lower elevation. However, the cat has left me strictly to myself.
She seems to know.
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As Mew glances across the room in her mind she is thinking, "she is almost done."
As Mew glances across the room, in her mind she is thinking, "Can't she just read the good parts aloud?"
As Mew glances across the room, in her mind she is thinking, "Well, it took her long enough!"
Mew doesn't just glance around the room. She says you must be mistaken. I am not a dog. I will not come when called by snapping fingers or a clap of the hands.
She will glance up to give me a kissie kissie on the nose.
That cat knows who is under her paw and who to butter up...
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