By: Pen

Pen — Tue, 07 Apr 2009 09:53:10 +0000

Nice comment, J’s M. Cats ONLY EVER do exactly what they want. And we? Oh well, at least school’s done with. Phew.

By: Jacs Mum

Jacs Mum — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 13:11:36 +0000

I was this cat, in high school, on a cold winter morning when my mouth was so cold I couldn’t speak or smile. I looked at the cat – no exams, no friends-that-might-or-might-not really be friends, no legs freezing in pantyhose beneath a stupid tunic – and I wanted to stay home on the doorstep in the sun, too. I really, really did. I was ready to forfeit everything about myself, to be safe, warm and comfortable. And then the bus pulled up, and I lugged my bag and my cold, skinny legs on board, and kept doing what I had to do. I can still see the doorstep in my mind – really old cement, smooth, coloured with the red dirt of the farm, and a white wooden door closed behind the cat’s back.

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