Watching the Thanksgiving parade
I feel a nudge at my elbow.
It’s Boo the cat who’s shaped
somewhat like a coffee table.
She pushes her way under my arm,
lifts her chin up to be scratched.
This is the one of three orange and white cats
my daughter owns that runs and hides when we come.
Sometimes it takes days before we even spot her.
But here she is getting cozy.
Thank You, Lord, for a skittish cat
making me feel accepted.
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