She found a warm spot to sleep in the
sun on that old pink sweater of mine, and the look of contentment
on her face was my first inspiration, especially since Miss Moses
(we all thought she was a boy) had been a feral kitten and to
this day hesitates to walk across the center of any room, finding
security in keeping close to the furniture. But there she is
in the middle fo the room looking rather smugI can almost
hear her purr.
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