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My Muse
It was 5:30am and I was being followed by a beautiful, blue-eyed stranger. Quickening my pace, I stared ahead into the darkness, the air was chilly and the smell of Autumn was all around.
"Just hurry up and don't make direct eye contact . I can't be late for work.
She'll get bored with me and turn around." I thought to myself. , as she stealthily strode beside me.
The world was silent, except for the soft ,yet resolute, voice behind me.
"Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow."
" I don't have any food, go home."
"Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow."
This cat was not taking no for an answer. She had been meowing at me for nearly a mile.
I repeatedly pleaded with her to turn around and go back to her home.
"Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow."
Reaching the coffee shop, I quickly locked the door as she bolted toward the entrance.
P-h-e-w! Now cat-less and behind the doors, I started brewing coffees for the morning
rush of customers that would soon be upon me.
"Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow."
That's right, she was peering though the glass door at me. I knew what had to be done, she got me, I could no longer resist. This beautiful, blue-eyed, furry stranger needed me...work or not. From that moment we began a friendship that lasted nearly a decade. In that time she helped me re-discover my love of photography. I had the perfect subject; patient with striking features and easily bribed with cat treats. While she has sadly passed on, I still feel her resolutely walking beside me, forever to remain my muse, my friend.
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