novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- honky-tonk cat don't you want to eat your dinner? it's getting soggy i say to him, he is perched at my elbow, watching me methodically brush what amounts to hand-sized nests of his hair out of the rug. for a while, he stares at my hand whipping back and forth over the yellow polka dotted rug. then he switches his gaze to me. when he looks at me in a certain way he reminds me of one of the girls i teach at school; the belligerent one who can look right through you. the one who loves the power puff girls. i know, i say to him, i'm not sure if i like this pattern either 1:23 am - 12.16.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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