Feral Love
Feb. 9th, 2008 07:23 am♠
It's seven-fifteen; the day has begun to lighten; I get up from the computer to feed the cats.
I see Salty lying down by the shed door, as though he has just come out to keep an eye out for breakfast. I open the sliding-door and stick my head out as if I'm still looking for the cats. Salty sees me and starts running to the patio.
I suppose that this is the closest I'll get to love from these cats. It's more than enough for me.
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It's seven-fifteen; the day has begun to lighten; I get up from the computer to feed the cats.
I see Salty lying down by the shed door, as though he has just come out to keep an eye out for breakfast. I open the sliding-door and stick my head out as if I'm still looking for the cats. Salty sees me and starts running to the patio.
I suppose that this is the closest I'll get to love from these cats. It's more than enough for me.