I've found my comfy chair on the edge of town. No reservation required.

It's my way station when I need a quiet break from the weary world.

Last week, one of them sat nearby while I napped. I didn't mind.

In fact, it eased my mind to be closer than before. He thought so too.

I've trained them to leave morsels--salmon or tuna--outside their door.

Lately, I've ventured inside to enjoy a snack and sniff around their place.

I don't stay long. I'm out the door until next time ... whenever that may be.

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