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Writer's pictureDiana Hansen-Young

The Gift



One thing about cats is that they are quite generous with gifts. Before my pair of white rescue cats (age 16 and 17) passed away a couple of years ago, they were fond of bringing me gifts.

  Sometimes they left them in a shoe, sometimes next to my shoes, but they always seem to hang out and watch me sleep, anticipating the "fun of the shriek" that happened when I swung my feet out of bed and placed them (usually) directly on the slaughtered offering.

They weren't outside cats, so when they left a gift like this, I knew critters had broken the unspoken rule: Wild critters live outside, tame critters live inside (including me).


Love,

Diana

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