This Is What I Come Home To

16 Jul

 

My roommate is Australian and occasionally she returns to her Mother-country; however, she never, ever brings me back the pet Koala that I so want.

She says, “little one, Koalas are mean,” but how can something so cute be mean?

“I don’t know,” I say to my boyfriend, always in response to most of his questions.  He mimics me, and yet, look at what I come home to?

De-clawed, fuzzy and waiting to be named.

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