Sparrow (I think)

He came to me this morning, meowing, muddy paws twinged with bits of grass, leaving traces across the platform. He's excited, and I can tell his victory meows mean he's sharing the win. I greet him warmly with pets and soft tone, congratulating on a being such a great hunter. This one is still encased... Continue Reading →

Mr. Not-my-cat

He came to me this morning Unexpected meowing was the greeting Demanding attention And affection at my door And of course, I oblige Because the cuteness is overloaded And his incessant demand Will only increase (it's a cat thing for sure)I send him offAnd dust off the extra fuzzFeeling good about the dayDespite the attending... Continue Reading →

Le meow meow

She wakes me nightly Always something different My ears deciphering which method Be it paws on the face, or a soothing purr, or that cabinet that doesn't close all the way It is undoubtedly one way to wake, and another cause entirely for the insomnia

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