Free to Run
One from the archives (totally reworked) describing the day I came home to put my mother’s old cat beyond suffering. The dreaded hour, my summons home, a sombre task. Always fiercely a one-woman cat rescued from cruelty, untrusting hissing exchange, for tentative interaction. But last night you crept in slept on my chest… as though in unspoken , feline appreciation,
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