Take up your arms sons and daughters.

You can tell them about that spring you spent with me. I mostly wore the same jeans that you knew the pocket corners with your growing teeth. I wonder if new kittens will try and wager bigger bite marks in everything I wear that is metal: my watch, my keys, my belt buckle, my glasses. I think there is a sort of confusion and comfort in your constant purr and trapped attitude that I've found in the last couple of days. It is about time that I've freed you from that. A bigger better life is cer...