She is the matron of our property, watching over the homesteads and catching mice and cockroaches before they crawl below cracks and in between wood panels to play peek-a-boo in the bathroom at 3am while our minds are groggy with twilight snoozing. This calico dashes in on occasion, dodging our legs while we scramble to secure the bird. Other times, Pumpkin just naps all day on the porch on a piece of broken and discarded furniture, beside the pothos that lives outside half the time, with her face gazing ever so daintily out to the east side of the cabin.
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