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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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Gershon Wolf

Date: 4/16/2019 10:35:00 PM

Daring double life... LOL... Paint her a great cat-painting. She'll give you automatic raises annually from now on. ~ Gershon

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/17/2019 12:37:00 AM

It seems we all have at least a double life; I am nothing like my work self at home.

Rhona Mcferran

Date: 4/15/2019 11:05:00 PM

Oh, I ADORE this one!! And the title is SO apt (as always)! ;D Funny how people have their "public persona" and real self (which can be so strikingly different)! A FAV for me! ;)

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/16/2019 3:13:00 PM

Thank you my friend; I have no persona at

M. L. Kiser

Date: 4/15/2019 8:51:00 PM

Cats are as unique to themselves as cat ladies.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/16/2019 3:12:00 PM

They surely are, even the ones who look alike are not alike.