My mom and I sat last night reading catalogs: she had Pottery Barn, I had J. Jill. She was exausted and fuzzy-minded, and it was taking her a long time to get from page to page. I noticed she was staring at a single spread on window treatments for quite some time. Presently, she lifted her gaze and settled it on Ringo, one of her kitties, who lay on the automan where I sat.
"So...if I take the length of the cat, by the area of the rug, by the depth of the window casing, I'll get..."
"What'll you get, Mom?"
"A square cat."
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