| Cats and Us We have indoor and outdoor cats (the outdoor cats own the neighborhood, they just stop by here for the food), and cats have a fine understanding of what's important: them. They are as brief as anything else, to the unending light, and survive enchained by their appetite, so after we finish supper, my wife and I scatter plates onto which we scoop thick gobbets of moist pressed processed meat – some here in the kitchen, then out on the creaking boards of the deck. The cats circle, rubbing our legs, until the food is plated and we're forgotten, dismissed with the sure contempt of anything that knows it begs. J. B. Mulligan |
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