When I’m out and about early enough, there’s one house in the neighborhood I love to go by. It’s the house with the cats. The morning cats.
In the afternoons, I never see the cats. But in the mornings, they’re there.
Rain or shine, hot or cold. The cats are waiting.
For their food.
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