Seasons Change And So Did

This pussycat I’ve been calling Brioche has been waiting for me on the porch at 7:30 every morning since last winter.

Brioche’s people started putting their stuff out on the curb early last week and it became clear they were moving. On Tuesday morning, she was waiting. Early Wednesday, I saw her walking across a lawn. She’s gone now, I guess. I miss her chatty voice and her lovely blue-green eyes.

When I looked out the back window Wednesday morning, a cat I hadn’t seen in a long time lay on the top step. Cats knew before I did that life was changing. In related news, I’ve cleaned cat yak off of nearly every flat surface inside my house. It was fun while it lasted, but Mr. Clean and I have grown apart.

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