One Feline

mine, who mixes I love you with I love me, independently stalks out the door, shoots to the highest branch of the maple tree, and stays. Too long. As he has done before. (He can get down, I know he can get down.) - He stays. And cries for help: ``I'm stuck!'' And ``Hey, I'm yours! Come and get me!'' I ignore his pitch for pity. (``Oh, meow!'' he pleads.) But later, sure enough all independence, he walks in the door.

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.

Loading...

Loading...