Phoebe McNasty


I have a cat named Phoebe
or
rather she has me.
I found her in a string bean crate
just
waiting to be free.
Her baggage was two tuna cans
and
a fur coat full of fleas.
She moved right in
with
her demands
a pillow, cream and me.

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