Luna takes her morning sun at the front window. If we forget to open it, she will scratch on it until one of us gets her drift and obeys her silent command. She sits on a barstool with a layer of soft blankie, and she watches.
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She sees the bunnies scooting through the lavender seeking patches of clover. She eyes the blue jays and cardinals that congregate in the lilac bush. She hopes for a neighborhood dog on a leash - just so she can mock it for having to be on a leash.
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She wishes for God to knock the screen out of the window so she can run free through the yard, chasing bunnies and blue jays and cardinals.
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