Comes Alive With Cats
Hippie-like, wearing flowered house dresses, she dances.
Adorned with calicos, and tabbies, she glides around her kitchen.
There is a lemon-smell to her; it is amazingly fresh.
Oatmeal too, and fresh Dove soap.
My nose likes sniffing her.
She comes alive when she is home with her cats.
A different person, someone who cares, open, honest, free.
When I want a raise I go to her home, and admire Fluffy, her favorite.
At work she is the boss, dressed in a suit, nothing open about her.
I read her proudly.
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