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So grateful for my dear Finnegan

A cat is a home's visible soul, said Jean Cocteau. If that is the case my home's soul is visibly in need of vacuuming.

I have moments when I am sweeping up pet hair from my floors and from my furniture for the fourth time on any given day, moments while I am sifting through waste-laden odour-filled kitty litter, moments while I look at the thread-bare arms of my now pathetic living room furniture.

And during such moments, I make disparaging comments about my pets—and I sometimes pause to count the years until I may be free of my so-called pet burden.

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