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I'm hoping she comes home today, much sooner than usual. There seems so little left here to do This large apartment seems more the size of a closet. Not big enough for me! The T.P. has been finely shredded. I've unmade the bed. Climbed the curtains twice. Hidden every stray sock and dug out each pair of dirty underwear I could find in the bin. I've noticed that outside is much grayer than usual today. There are not many sunbeams to lean into. I've nestled in the newly cleaned laundry and knocked about the kibble from my bowl. I've pulled down some of her jewelry from her chest of drawers and have had a grand time using her clip-on earring for an impromptu game of racquet ball hmmm... I'm wondering if she thinks of me as I am thinking of her? I wonder if she thinks about Me at all? Does she know how very hard it is for me to wait? I think we need to establish some kind of schedule. If I could only tell the time. I think the time is getting rather late. And you know, she also left that noisy thing on this morning. For some reason, though from time to time, it catches my eye! But only when some thing is running back and forth...like now! Oh...yes~ I hear what I think could be her weary tread upon the stairs... and now the key is a-jingle in the door! kitty-kitty Tigger, I'm Home! Oh,..what a great Hugger she is. And she scoops me up. I am so happy. Does she know what a good boy I've been, today? Copyright August 26 2014 Tuesday In Memorium of Tigger Le Pounce who lived to be 19 1/2 years young All Rights Are Reserved By This Author All Ideas/Rants/Poetry/Prose are legal Property of this writer Meloo/Melissa A Howells site: Tilt-a-World Copyright Vote for this poem |
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