CATSTRATA

I got home from work, bag in the slot by the door, shoes in the shoe slot. I opened the couch and slumped down. What a day. Leaned my head back. Closed my eyes. Normal stuff. According to the normal program this was when Mitch would come sidling along the top and smash his furry face into my face with such insane affection I'd have to pull away. I tense…