In honor of Nina Simone
The cat is asking if she can get in my lap, and she most decidedly cannot.
She is getting old, and her meow is almost gone.
I just found myself meowing back at her in a mirror of her own meow-less meow. She liked that. She began purring immediately. And though I won’t let her into my lap, she is now stationed on the sofa back behind me, rumbling like a…