Little paw pads scamper down the
hall, across the room and up into
the window sill. Now they
thunder back up the hall and
across my feet. One cat chasing the
other? Stop it you two. "No momma,"
her eyes say. "I'm not chasing her,
she's my jogging partner."
Don't you just love hearing those little paws? It's like everything is right in the universe.
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