Sitting on the large faux-suede eggplant colored sofa, sipping Earl Grey with honey. Watching the news teasers on WESH2, waiting for the day's forecast.
Out of the corner of my right eye I see a shift in the mass of the large red comforter Shannon keeps for Tristan. Slowly, in small increments, I see first an ear, then a whisker, a little black nose, and finally Binks' shiny black eyes peaking out from the shadows. A darker darkness than that around him.
I know it is all over. I will now be the victim of a purr attack from deep in the wilds of the sofa country.
Come love the mommy, Binks.
prrrrrrr...
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