You Had Me At Meow

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This old gal…

Is surrounded by scaredy cats…this husband of hers…keeping vigilant watch over Best Friend…who lounges casually on the back deck banister…so afraid that little furry friend will lose one of his nines…in a tumble to the depths below…

Best Friend…nary a caution in the world…maneuvering that ledge like a pro…confident…brave…scared of nothing…no height…roof…bird…lizard…will make those little paws quake in their boots…he is Super Cat…Iron Cat…Cat of Steel…until…he faces…those family friends who have come to visit…

Innocent attempts at introduction…some hellos…hopes for a pet or two…found Best Friend on the run…suddenly invisible…avoiding those old pals of his like kryptonite…the deck bare…the window peeking gone…no sassy meows…bossing his buddies around…

Perhaps he is scared…says one…he’ll come back around when the coast is clear…or perhaps…says another…he is an opportunist…you were busy so he moved on to someone else…Best Friend lovers us…hope not…waiting eagerly to hear the pitter pat of those paws on the deck again…

But then comes those wise words of that husband of mine…maybe it’s best to cut the apron strings now…he says…since we will be heading north soon…what will Best Friend think…when he peeks in the window…and the people he sees…aren’t us…

This old gal…doesn’t want to think about that yet…
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And more than likely…Best Friend…agrees…