Like most cats, I never knew my father.
Having birthed litters close together, my mom and half-sister co-parented me.
Lying down and feeding us on their bitter sweet milk,
they took turns cleaning and chiding us.
My mom never named me. I knew she meant me by her touch.
One day, someone adopted me and took me away from my real family.
I was alone with her and him, new smells of cat nip and tofu, new open palmed touches.
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