Emmy Lou is tiny.
Many people mistake her for a kitten. She is not.
She chooses to live dangerously.
Many mornings, she gets between me and my book. She gets between me and my cup of coffee. Unconcerned about how I might respond. Just this very second she walked across my belly - getting between me and the tablet I'm typing on.
Sometimes, as I raise the cup of coffee to my lips, she sits down on the coaster.
I could learn a lot from Emmy Lou.
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