Tuesday, February 11, 2014
From an essay I'm working on about my cat
When I pulled the tab off the can of tuna shreds
to feed our new cat for the first time, there was a crack, and then a hiss, and
a briny, tinny odor that up until that point, had had no place in my life. I
remember thinking, This is what it smells like to be responsible for someone
else.
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