by Deborah Globus
In the last few months our cat, Sam, has taken to “hunting” through our scrap basket of supplies for stupid sock creatures. Once she finds something good she proudly leaves her “kills” where we’ll be sure to find them.
I wake up mornings to find socks, scarves, scrap fabric and even the occasional pair of my daughter’s yoga pants strewn across the floor.
These are Sam’s offerings. Her sweet, odd little way of showing her appreciation and love.
I often wish my own offerings came as easily as hers.
I wake up mornings to find socks, scarves, scrap fabric and even the occasional pair of my daughter’s yoga pants strewn across the floor.
These are Sam’s offerings. Her sweet, odd little way of showing her appreciation and love.
I often wish my own offerings came as easily as hers.
Sammy
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