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ON A SOLITARY AFTERNOON
It is Sunday, and I'm alone with my two cats. I'm sitting upstairs at my computer, listening to soft jazz. Between sleek, bass guitar riffs, I hear the chiming of a bell from a cat's collar as it jumps through the storm door's opened window and trots to its food bowl. Then I hear it rush back outside.
Funny. That's one of the reasons Nicole and I split up. I bet the cats received more attention than I did. I'd always whine about it, but she insisted we let them in and out at their leisure, rain or shine. The air conditioner could have been pumping on a blistering summer day, or the furnace blasting heat in the dead of winter, but the outside door always remained opened for the cats. And now I'm doing the same. I wonder what else I'd like to take back, given another chance with Nicole. >>> |