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"Yeah, but she knows we love her anyway," I said, smiling down at the cat who'd licked long odds to make it this far. Her fur had come in all the way since her near-death by freezing and now hairs went flying with each stroke. It wasn't unusual to find a laid-aside article of clothing blessed with cat hair, as she found it and napped on it, ostensibly taking in our scent with each breath. I rose after giving her a final pat, saying, "It used to drive Christian to distraction, finding his nice things all over with this stuff." | "Yeah, but she knows we love her anyway," I said, smiling down at the cat who'd licked long odds to make it this far. Her fur had come in all the way since her near-death by freezing and now hairs went flying with each stroke. It wasn't unusual to find a laid-aside article of clothing blessed with cat hair, as she found it and napped on it, ostensibly taking in our scent with each breath. I rose after giving her a final pat, saying, "It used to drive Christian to distraction, finding his nice things all over with this stuff." | ||
− | I brushed my fingertips with my thumb for emphasis, | + | I brushed my fingertips with my thumb for emphasis, a few stubborn hairs drifting down to the deck. I didn't mention how Joshua's trousers were already nearly whitened by his petting session, thinking he'd know soon enough. I shrugged and chuckled. |
"It's never bothered me much but then again, my coveralls aren't silk." | "It's never bothered me much but then again, my coveralls aren't silk." |