The Stray cat

I’m going to describe my writing like a stray cat. It comes and goes whenever it pleases, no matter how much you feed it or how often you leave milk out by the back door there really is no guarantee it will ever show up. You sit there, waiting, wondering and hoping that at any minute it will casually wander in as though nothing had happened and life goes on as it did before. 

So Fluffy, whenever you’re ready to come home, I’ll be in…waiting. 

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