She’s purring on my lap right now,
\nCountess, who shredded my arm
\ntwo days ago, trying to kill Katisha,
\nwhom I imprudently carried past her.<\/p>\n
Katisha, our resident Abyssinian:
\nsuch huge dark eyes, long limbs,
\ntiny head, huge ears and supple grace
\nshe inherits from her desert ancestors.<\/p>\n
Countess: smaller, not so aristocratic,
\nalso Abyssinian, but redder, cuddly,
\nwith a troubled past: health issues
\nthat have brought her to our fostering care.<\/p>\n
Now she has left my lap to prowl
\nalong the top of the warm radiator,
\nhead down, a tiny lioness seeking
\nsomething she will not disclose.<\/p>\n
I want to keep her longer than
\nthe proposed three months, although
\nher plans include an assassination
\nI must oppose: but oh, she’s purring.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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