Meaning of Home
When I think of home
I see my orange tabby cat on his blanket fortress, sound asleep.
When I think of home
I feel a silky-smooth winter coat.
When I go to the washroom
I smell the disgusting litter box.
When I think of home
I hear soft purring and meows.
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