This morning my love was already at the mesh when I arose, her nose pressed through, her gentle mewing summoning me to her.
I spent some seconds, or was it minutes, or could it be hours immersed in her limpid blue eyes. Sheer bliss.
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How cruel is fate, how scuppering of feline hopes, how dashing, how heartless.
Footsteps I heard, one set slow and measured, one set scampering and prancing. A familiar voice wrenched me back to reality. Now? Of all times, now?
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As the car pulled out of the catprisonery, I looked back yearningly through the rear window. My love, my love...
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