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I'm delighted to report that I've come up with my own school of thought. It's called, "Dress Like a Cat Until You Get What You Want."
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Once Mom finally came to terms with the fact that my brother was gay, she became convinced he was a serial killer. “He has all the signs,” she told me as she trimmed my hair. “Signs?” I asked, watching her in the…
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Guilt washed over me… Guilt for having been relieved that the victim had not been my Gracie… Guilt for having been relieved that I didn’t have to mourn her loss.
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Cats always seemed very European to me, flourishing as they did in decrepit, ancient spaces as long as the food kept coming.
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Pussy’s eyes narrowed, her dark, luxurious fur quivering on her back. “How can you say such a thing! It’s not true.”
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I wonder how much time she has left. I think she’s seventeen. I don’t know for sure because she was already grown when I got her from the pound, just before Christmas, years ago this was --back when I had hair and hope.
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“What the hell kind of name is Angel? Who were you with before, some little girl?”
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I came home from school to an empty house and watched the scrambled porn channel I could kind of unscramble with my black-and-white televisions v-hold and h-hold knobs. Hearing that cat wheeze down the hall in the bathroom was a mood killer.
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They dip their heads and only then, am I caught from my sleep. The noise is stifling and familiar; a casual acquaintance on a dark night.
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I barely scraped the sleep out of my eyes when I heard the shrill crying from outside the kitchen window, and I recalled one of the many reasons cats can't be trusted. You see, they're evolutionarily wired to imitate the sound of a crying human baby, so when they…
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You have more names
Than a Spanish grandee. Your lives
I’m too envious to count.
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“What would you have us do?” the officer asked. “We came to the door; we peered into the window; we saw a human head roll over these concrete floors.”
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N-n-never screamscold a cat.
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OK - imaginary hubands... you know who you are! Now it is time to earn some money and wash the car!
Confession: Chris Bell proposed hiding a few dozen red roses behind his back. This could have been the highlight of AWP if I hadn't already been marrie
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