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.