Three times a day, Manoli climbs up the gas pipe in the garden and leaps up to the first-floor balcony, where he mioaos at the window insistently until I open the door for him. Thus am I interrupted from my writing… Is he my cat or am I his human?
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I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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You are his human. No doubt. Did nobody warn you that this is how it would be?
I second this. I’m my kitten’s human and not the other way around for sure.
Didn’t see it coming.
Yes.
Oh, yeah, if you thought he was going to be your cat, you didn’t have a clue! 🐱
I always love the invisible gift! It is perfect. I have 2 cats and so I agree with the others. We are their humans, no doubt about that.