The fire in the grate dims, and even Tess has stopped purring and is huddling close for warmth. I ask myself, What have I done for her lately? Dished out a can of wet food, cleaned the litter pan, washed the water fountain. And what has she done for me? Only offered me the simple, unconditional, absolute affection of one of nature's most perfect animals. I feel that I have got the better part of this exchange.
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I no longer have A Hunter watching over me. :)
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