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one late afternoon, the dark was setting in... the veranda was inviting, for some moments alone where shell chimes rang and flung noisily with the blowing  wind... seated my self on the rocking chair, sipping from my big mug of hot coffee, nibbling on some vanilla wafers... a lone bat swung from above the roof and swooshed through the sweetsop tree, leaving but a few leaves falling down the ground. there was this strange feeling of not being alone... that someone was watching me. i searched, raised my head, looked at both sides, then saw two brilliant, glowing ***** i stared back...and swam through those blue-green eyes, now focused on my hot, hot drink... we were eye to eye, like, it was telling me, begging me, "please, just run your soft fingers slowly through my fur i am so cold, i need some warmth, care to share your hot drink with me? I need  some cuddling, too..." her round tummy told me all that i needed to know... it was hard, deciding, whether or not to have her on my lap... but then, i heard some ringing, i had to answer the phone. upon returning, i sat back on the rocking chair very near the table, nothing changed, but wait... a few coffee drops? almost inconspicuous, nothing there, no one there, just my big, wide mug, now empty... my vanilla wafers, all gone... no longer hungry no longer thirsty, the roundly, pregnant cat, the wise and intelligent heavy, purring creature was nowhere in sight... still, i felt her presence, near, and strong, watching me, watching herself... somewhere in my garden in a hidden corner, slowed down by her heavy tummy, waiting, for her kittens to be born... Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
Vanilla Wafers and Coffee
one late afternoon, the dark was setting in... the veranda was inviting, for some moments alone where shell chimes rang and flung noisily with the blowing  wind... seated my self on the rocking chair, sipping from my big mug of hot coffee, nibbling on some vanilla wafers... a lone bat swung from above the roof and swooshed through the sweetsop tree, leaving but a few leaves falling down the ground. there was this strange feeling of not being alone... that someone was watching me. i searched, raised my head, looked at both sides, then saw two brilliant, glowing ***** i stared back...and swam through those blue-green eyes, now focused on my hot, hot drink... we were eye to eye, like, it was telling me, begging me, "please, just run your soft fingers slowly through my fur i am so cold, i need some warmth, care to share your hot drink with me? I need  some cuddling, too..." her round tummy told me all that i needed to know... it was hard, deciding, whether or not to have her on my lap... but then, i heard some ringing, i had to answer the phone. upon returning, i sat back on the rocking chair very near the table, nothing changed, but wait... a few coffee drops? almost inconspicuous, nothing there, no one there, just my big, wide mug, now empty... my vanilla wafers, all gone... no longer hungry no longer thirsty, the roundly, pregnant cat, the wise and intelligent heavy, purring creature was nowhere in sight... still, i felt her presence, near, and strong, watching me, watching herself... somewhere in my garden in a hidden corner, slowed down by her heavy tummy, waiting, for her kittens to be born... Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
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