what’s better than picking up
a fat or fluffy cat
and seeing that untamed belly fur
pointing up like the pyramids
standing to salute the sun?
not too many things.
my cat doesn’t really like being held.
he doesn’t sit on laps, either.
he’s sort of independent like that.
a second question:
what’s better than a grey and white little bitsa
that comes running to meet you
when you’re returning home from your walk?
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