I like that. I have a black cat I bought from petsmart they had nicknamed her Hudini because she got out of her cage one night and got into some of the food. Her real names Abigail shes always under my feet when I wake up to go to the kitchen in the night or in the mornings. Your poem makes me think of Abigail. She can find any place to sleep. When my grandsons come over for the weekend shes never seen much.
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