Ode to Meera! My little skunk cabbage, my pungent gym shoe, my sweet compost pile sweltering in thick July sun. Whence cometh such stench? In which olfactory factory was this odor brewed, and how did your tiny perfect body ever mother that offensive effluvium?Never mind all that. Some things are better left unknown. More to the point: how did you know that we're having overnight guests, and that I had just cleaned the litter box?
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