by Cassandra Latisse

Created on: December 24, 2009

first,
there was a space behind the couch
where Mother had decided to make her home
it was warm,
until they were all shooed from there
by someone deeply uncaring, she decided.

then there was a basket.
a brown one, with woven strands
and bits of reeds to chew on
she was happy,
there was always enough for everyone
and no one minded her little purrs

but it never really felt familiar to her.

loud stomps on the ground;
unusual voices
a hand to stroke her throat,
she liked that;
another basket,
new-smelling and fresh this time,

then home.

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