Its a full moon and I miss my cats, Mookie and FuBu. Before our family was busted up (I had to move quite unexpectedly and my new landlord would not allow new tenants to have pets), the cats and I would sit outside together on the nights of the full moon. I would sprawl out on my back atop the picnic table and watch the moon and stars while Mookie and FuBu would spread out on the lawn. We loved this monthly ritual. Many times they would not want to come in. Moon drunk and mellow. How I miss my cats.
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