So much of Mrs. Pam's life is about texture. Her dainty paws kneed a plastic bag left on the floor from computer construction.
Meanwhile PK explores a familiar corner of the room, her hair on end, as if there is something new about it. I know when she's excited about something her eyes will dialate, and when there's a new presence in the apartment, she will smell it. Her hair will stand on end, and her nose will gravitate towards the object. She will repell when her nose gets too close and a static discharge shocks her. She'll come back and poke her nose at it again, the smell is worth the tactile discomfort.
These are my kitties, my children.
d.e. swift - 3/01/2005 05:05:00 PM
hey chuck.
this is daniel.
your brother gave me your url last night... its been forever,man.
last time i tried to call you i got a message saying your phone wasnt around anymore...
uhmm....well whatever,im back in town. nice site. you made me laugh.
go to mine .. maybe youll laugh, or gag, or something.
www.angelfire.com/poetry/sleepless
yeah, well, i'm sure ill see you when i develop film sometime. .. take care.
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