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Despite how possibly "dorky" it might be to slice about or talk too much about one's cat, I'd like to indulge in this topic for a while, and take a bit of time to think back on and appreciate a constant companion who is nearly always within arms' reach - literally within a foot to five-foot radius. Even while scrolling through iPhoto snapshots from the last five years in order to choose a couple to include in this Slice, Meko had spied me, made his two-lap approach, and bounded into my lap, squeezing his head and shoulders between my typing elbow and my ribs like I was a running back cradling a loaf-shaped ball on my way to a touchdown.
I got Meko during the second month of my first year of teaching when I realized that after spending all day at school busy with new routines and surrounded by kids, once I got home, the four rooms of white plaster walls and minimal furniture felt kind of lonely. So with the "Ok" of my understanding landlords, I headed to ARF one day after school and returned home with a curlicue-tailed, semi-cross-eyed, Siamese named Meko - I imagine like the raccoon in Disney's Pocahontas. Now, six years later, my sing-song "Where's my Meko?" when I come home has been replaced with "Hi, Buddy"; two kiss-kiss noises mean "Yes, you can come-mere," and the ting, ting, skip, skip, smash of Ping-Pong balls being batted, bounced, and pounced on across an expanse of hardwood floors mean two people and our cat are happy.