Harry

My cat died (traffic accident) but it wouldn’t leave. The first night I awoke, petrified, to find it, unflattened, on my bed, purring. Then the next night and the next.  Now it won’t ‘go’. I thought it wanted my corporeal love but now I understand. It’s just waiting for me.

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