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<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"I was gone for most of the morning. Returned home at about 1:30. Hope either greets me at the door or I walk into my room and she is crashed on my bed. She is never anywhere else. It is like she is in only one of two states at all times:<\/p>\n
1. WAITING FOR THAT LADY TO COME BACK<\/p>\n
or<\/p>\n
2. OBLIVION.<\/p>\n
But today was different. She didn’t greet me at the door and she wasn’t on the bed. I even pulled back the covers to see if she was buried under them. Nope. Well, this cannot stand.<\/p>\n
I said, “Hope?”<\/p>\n
Glanced around and then saw that she had set up shop in my duffel bag lying in a spot of sunlight on the floor.<\/p>\n
I think it’s perhaps the cutest thing I have ever seen. She was looking up at me (let me anthropomorphize) as though thinking, “Is it okay that I’m here? I know it’s a change, I know I’m switching it up a bit … is it okay?”<\/p>\n
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I was gone for most of the morning. Returned home at about 1:30. Hope either greets me at the door or I walk into my room and she is crashed on my bed. She is never anywhere else. It is … Continue reading