“Somebody needs to take a walk

to get the kinks out.”

“I can’t,” he said, “it’s going to snow

next month.

“I can’t,” I said, “I have a meeting

in ten days.

“Who turned up the heat?” I ask.

He asks, “Why is the heat turned down?

Baskin, our snowball savvy cat

Strolls through the canyon littered with grievances.

She jumps on the cat tree perch and looks at us

with disdain.

I relinquish.

“Get the leash.” I say to Baskin.

She and I meet at the front door

to get the kinks out

on

a walk

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