Cat Napping

Hank the Cat loves the Story Shack, and I think I know why. He and I were together long before Dave and I married. And they don't love each other. At all. The way the cat sees it, Dave is a house guest who has outstayed his welcome and needs to hit the road. And yet there he is, night after night, watching Hank's TV in Hank's living room. But Dave rarely ventures into the Story Shack, so for Hank, being there is just like old times. Nobody robbing him of my undivided attention. Nobody gasping in dismay when the occasional beheaded chipmunk turns up in the dining room. I have done my best to make Hank comfortable in the Shack. He has, at his disposal, a faux wicker chair with a big poufy cushion, a ladder-back chair—also cushioned—next to my desk, and a (cushioned of course) settee on the Shack's little front porch. So naturally, he prefers to nap . . . here.

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[Donna Florio]

He knows he's your mews. . .