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The calicos are crazy,
my bed a high hill in their racetrack
that seems to extend down the long hall
from the living room to here and back.
They barrel over the bedclothes, over me,
leap to the desktop, rattling the glass case of a
pre-Columbian clay jug.
The white cat lies serenely licking against my side,
then rises to knead my breast with sharp claws,
nibble fingers as I type.le,∑ß`099w≥. (Her added comment.)
The grey cat has brought something to my bed––a masticated mouse, perhaps.
Quickly, I cover it with the comforter to save it from the cat,
who careens on into another adventure.
I pull back its shroud, dreading what I will reveal,
to find half of the cover of my Xtech Card reader.
From the computer beside me, its guts still hang connected,
the SD card from my new camera still inside.
This is the last time the young cats sleep inside!
For Cee’s Which Way challenge..Which Way? Down the hallway and across the bed: