secret agent man

The captain of stealth napping strikes again in the linen closet.

closet man

mr. word of fur

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…Come I will teach you to dance as naturally
as falling asleep and waking and stretching long, long.
I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers.
Envy lashes my tail. Love speaks me entire, a word

of fur. I will teach you to be still as an egg
and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass.

– from “Cat Song” by Marge Piercy