i'm one bad mother (part 2)

i tried to groom rah again, three years later, and i think the results are even worse. what a trooper.

an old story about pru and l.a.

one afternoon, i noticed prudie obsessively balancing on a wicker chair and gazing up at the sky.
then without losing her gaze, she moved to the table to get a closer look.
finally, when i looked up i discovered what the fuss was about. her exact opposite: the short haired black cat was staring right back at her from the roof. i couldn't tell if it was love or prudie protecting the palace.
i miss that patio, but wish it was in brooklyn. and of course i miss prudie.