feeling of home on a windowsill

There is a tuxedo cat with a reversed mustache
who makes an appearance in the city wine shop

on cold days he tucks his paws under his chin
his back turned to the window

on warm days he sleeps stretched out on his side
his well fed belly exposed to the sun

a sign on the glass reads
The cat is real
Please do not tap on the window

each day I walk past
searching for his furry little body
amidst the bottles of wine

sprawled out or rolled into a cinnamon bun

the warm feeling of home on a windowsill

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