My Siamese cats are inseparable. Each night, and often during the day, they cozy together at the end of our bed on a blanket they have claimed as their own. Both cream colored with different colored markings, it's often hard to see where one begins and the other ends. It struck me one early morning as I stumbled out of bed to make school lunches that the cats are more intimate than my husband and I. As if reading my thoughts, they stirred and instinctively began washing each other's faces, their tongues touching occasionally.
Mom, it probably wasn’t too long ago that you were driving down the road listening to Cyndi Lauper belt out the lyrics, “When the working day is done, oh, girls, they wanna have fu-un.” Time has, nonetheless, marched on since then. You’ve probably replaced your side ponytail with a classic bob, and those fingerless lace gloves went the way of a garage sale many moons ago.
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