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softly the cat sings
beetle, return of Started conversation Jan 30, 2000
Asleep this morning, i dreamt of friends. I awoke to the heat of a heating pad under my shoulders. Gladly accepting it's offering, i slept again, not even opening my eyes to see the time or in fact, day. I was alone, alli could hear was the muffled fan of the air filter, nessary to keep out the smoke. I recalled, before i drifted away, the jingle of Paws' necklace. She wanted int, to sleep on top of me, probably, or to look out the window. I failed to stir.
I awoke again some time later, it think. Hard to be sure. I doned a blue, somewhat stringy, robe, padded my way down to the 'puter to check my mail. Mail has always been something to look foward to, even as a child. That someone thought about me, and sent me a paper envelope or a card onto which they scribbled notes of various sizes and colors. It's the little things that i look foward to. Day by day.
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