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exile
my cat
is not talking
to me
all because
at the time
of the dread
quarterly
flea collar exchange
I was the villain
holding her

she
does not forget
these things

being
a conservative cat
she does not welcome
change
finding every variation
in her daily routine
and every instance
when her pillow is moved
from one side of the room
to another
and even the best intentioned
cat food brand change
as threats
to the natural order
as defined
in the kingdom of the
cat

as it happens
I am a trans-border
migrant
between cat
world
and the more laid back
realm of the dog
so I�ll just swim
the river, so to speak,
and spend some time
with the dog regime
until she gets over it

dogs
they�ll put up with
anything
you know
so long as you
scratch
their hairy tummy
and don�t
disturb
their naps
without good reason
like for example
a new chew toy
or a walk in the park

cats
should take notice/td>
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