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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

This poor cat has been outside my grandma's house for days on end crying.
But everytime I go out to look for it, it stops.

Maybe she's not crying for me.
Maybe she wants to find something much more valuable than a bowl of milk.
Maybe she's trying to figure out what she did wrong.
Maybe she's trapped in the web of lies, not just a web of steel.
Maybe her kitties have been taken away from her: she just wants her babies back.
Or maybe she's just cold in the rain.
But I honestly feel it's something more.
She's trapped.
I can relate.

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