I'm singing out this poem all the way back home

[sovay]

Tonight being Kittening Day Observed, Hestia was miffed that I would not let her at my olive-and-pepper-tinned sardines, but for the actual twelfth anniversary of Kittening Day, she was fed on lox. A dozen years she has been in our lives, the cat of legend. Her brother grows into irises. I still remember the soft musk under his ears. She lay warm and purring on my feet all afternoon.

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[selkie]

She always looks like her subscription to the Mew Yorker hasn't impressed her lately, editorially. This is a compliment.

[sovay]

She always looks like her subscription to the Mew Yorker hasn't impressed her lately, editorially. This is a compliment.

She has opinions. And claws.