I’m staying at my old place in DC over the weekend.
I walk into the kitchen and my cats do not appear at my feet hustling for treats
They do not race up and down the stairs or peek through the railing, as if to smile from a afar
The old blue couch is gone, moved to Chesapeake with me, so I can’t lie back and nap
Maybe tomorrow when Gary is here it wont seem so empty and silent
Maybe I wont miss my cats so much then