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...and they lived happily ever after. Smith & Lady: poets, artists, photographers & adventurers.
Our relationship was forged to the soundtrack of Yoko Ono's magic,
frenetic, love-laden song, "Walking On Thin Ice." ( play song )


Cat bit Steve in the kitchen. She’d initiated a petting, and then turned on him and bit him, drawing blood. He was bewildered.

“That’s her nature. She’s a snake,” I told him. “She’s a little cat-snake.”

He sat down, painfully slow, creaking into a thump on the sofa. She watched him descend then wagged her tail and crossed the room to me. I could feel just a little breeze as she passed. That’s all she needs to stimulate herself sometimes, a little breeze.

She touched me lightly with her tail as if to tap, as if to warn or entice. There’s no way I’m gonna try to touch her, I thought.

She spent all night sleeping by me, either on my chest or side or across my shoulder, her face resting on mine. She caressed my face periodically with her paws, her nails out just a little bit.


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