My ghostly, white cat with his albino face summons the twilight by purring mantras.

As his sandpaper tongue spreads dirty paws wide, he erases the day and its adventures from his spongy, grass-stained pads,
ready to soak up tomorrow between the yawning hours, the minutes, and his tiny pink toes.

Patricia Pease worked as an actress for 35 years. Retired, she now writes full time.