FebulousFebruary 2026: The Old Photograph

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By Maj (May 2015)

She has left me with her cats

Full instructions on the door

I put out food but they want more,

I slosh fresh water into their bowl,

Toss firewood at the grate

Try to tidy up a bit, the place is in a state

But that is, not for her cats, that.

They rub against me, stretch and purr

Try to make me sit to stroke their fur

But they know they are not,

And never will be,

Her.