Oct 8, 2021
5 min read
New Life
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…
