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Fur Babies Laugh At Me

What to drink this morning? Coffee or tea? Cold or hot? Sweet or slightly tart for me? I do not care about breakfast. I have no time for that. I have to feed the dog. I have to feed the cat. Getting in the car I realize I am pretty much a mess. Being a fur babies mamas I would expect nothing less. They both sit in the window making me feel guilty. Their names are Sugar Boy and Uncle Milty. I drive six blocks before I remember my tea. They are probably poking fun and laughing at me.

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Date: 2/19/2019 10:37:00 AM
Caren..a great write. My cat, Irene, the calico, casts looks of longing, whenever I leave. I am her captor. She owns this grateful poet's heart. Irene is my 15th cat! Panagiota
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/19/2019 6:56:00 PM
I love it that you have a calico. My daughter had a calico cat that was 18 years old when she passed. I think calicos are magic.
Date: 2/19/2019 8:49:00 AM
Of course, they would have had that tea down before you even got the engine going. Adorable poem; a "fav".
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/19/2019 6:56:00 PM
Thank you. I am so glad.

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