Friday, November 27, 2020

day FOURTEEN HUNDRED and TEN

Basic urges

My calico cat cannot wait to be served. She thrusts her head under the spoon. Today she got a strand of tuna on her head. Her ear twitched, but her mouth kept eating. Vanity and greed struggled in her. As they do in Donald Trump. But cuter in the cat.

--Cheryl L. Caesar

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