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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required living in this house gets weird in the winter, we just live here now, the two of us, me and babby. well, I guess it’s not just us, always sleeping is the cat. whenever it gets a little gloomy outside we get out the split peas something feels so wrong about making soup in the light. whenever i ask if she needs help cooking she lets out a laugh god, how warm i feel when i hear her laugh, her smile and the soup makes a summer day in winter. in our kitchen our landlord put up a light that is absolutely horrendous and red. “i hate that light, babby” “yeah, i know. but it does give a nice red hue to the split peas. they look like blood clots” she laughed and that woke the cat. stretching her black and white body, complaining, the cat meows. drowsily, she almost falls out of her chair and i laugh. “i thought cats were smart, but Eloise is dumb as those split peas” “don’t be mean!” she scolds. i shut up at look at the winter through the window. “it’s snowing, babby!” i tell her. it’s coming down softly. “well the snow’s light “and you know it’ll never stick if it’s that light.” she’s such a realist. so instead i go ask the cat. “i need the real news from you Eloise. babby says the snow won’t stick. will it?” from the kitchen i hear her laugh the cat meows and i smile. “she says it’s gonna be a white winter!” “she’s just telling you so you give her a treat. these split peas are too small. what is even the point of split peas? peas are small enough.” she turns around to find the light switch. she turns the blood clot light off. “winter is harsh enough without that stupid red light. the cat hates it too. i think it makes her mad like a bull.” i laugh and think about Eloise charging up and sprinting at babby. “do you think you’d be a good matador, babby?” i ask but i think i know the answer. it’s no. the split peas are really boiling now. “i’d be the best” and a little laugh escapes. she knows she’d be bad too. i turn the light back on. “turn it off” “one sec, i wanna see if the cat would really charge us.” what’s not to love about winter? each day inside we laugh. myself, the cat and babby. the gloomy days of winter, stepping on spilt split peas in the blood clot light, attacked by the charging cat
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