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if I had a cat
there would be someone for conversation during cold nights in front of the fireplace for talking appeases other needs cats don't answer back, certainly not very loudly although some spend a lifetime translating purring imposing it in meaningful ways against solitude yet the resulting monologues don't bring long lasting satisfaction just exercises in make-believe improvement for an otherwise one on one life what else to do with yet another evening home alone in a house furnished with twin objects ready for the eventuality that someone will share the space oh yes, one can always have a cat his affection is better than none on cold winter nights only I don't have either the cat for companionship, or the fireplace for warmth but loneliness an ever faithful friend doesn't even ask for a ball of yarn or a hickory log its demands lie elsewhere in a truth I don't like to see every morning in the mirror instead of a cat 7 december, 2004
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