He sits with his back to me,
and his reflection in the mirror
watches me intently.
Quite mad, his glazed fire opal eyes peer at me.
He had been nibbling upon the mistletoe earlier,
and was obviously quite high on its necromantic properties.
The druids never mentioned anything about a cat
getting high on mistletoe.
But then again, he doesn’t like catnip.
Aphrodite never told him he is supposed to get high
on catnip either.
Buggins, a large, longhair, orange, and white tabby was quite an intelligent character. Completely nuts. Bob, who thought he didn’t like cats, took the cat when we broke up. I was devastated. But I was also homeless for quite some time.
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