A three-day weekend means extra time for Caturday. Saturday itself was taken up with getting used to me being home. In other words, they had a surveillance schedule to make sure I didn’t turn around and go again. Yesterday there was much pinning me down with the force of their little kitteh bodies whenever I sat down. Today, however, is another story.
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Author of the poetry collection The Tethered Ground and Professor of English at Missouri State University. Contact me for readings or for workshops on writing/publishing and on teaching writing online. View all posts by llcadle