By Michelle Webster-Hein

February 26, 2014


Since the birth of our daughter, I have been short with our cat. I shush her or toss her off counters and chairs. It seems to be all I can do. I am already being screamed for. I am already giving more of myself than I can give.

But whenever I in a moment of softness so much as pat the cushion beside me, all is forgiven. She curls up next to me and rumbles with joy.

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