8 02 2009

“I don’t know why he expects you not to be weird,” I said to Matthew, holding his face by the grey-down undercoat of his scruffy mane, long at both cheeks like a cartoon. “You’re a cat named after a bird. A talking, sarcastic, nonexistent bird. You do the best you can.”

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