So, here I go, spending my evenings as I do; saturated by a mixture of mediums from television to print to Internet. I keep my pulse on the culture, the nation, the weather; of course all these things have no pulse, unless flashing lights, blinking cursors, and turning pages count.
My pet pushes her way on my lap; displacing the laptop allowing me to type, to connect, to face the world without embracing it.
And then I realize, she's the only thing with a heartbeat I've touched all day; I respect you, so I'll tell you candidly, I wouldn't want it any other way.
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Purrrr-mew, kittoni, mreaow gidgette...tell her we miss her.
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