Vagabonds.

In the parking lot of a truckstop

because my cat needed a cuddle

and I can’t let him onto my lap

while racing east at highway speed.

Meow, he tells me.

I know, but we couldn’t stay, I tell him.

Meow?

Sometimes people just leave you.

Meow?

I don’t know why.

(He was probably just asking for food).

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