I put my water on a high shelf, so she couldn’t knock it over.

I kept my soft blanket on top, so she could stay warm.

I pushed my plastic bagged books under my bed, so she couldn’t lick them during the night and wake me up.

I hung up my black jacket, so she couldn’t lay on it, getting her hair on it.

I left my door open, so she could come in and out.

I wedged open my closet door, so she could roam inside.

How accustomed I have become to sharing my life with a cat.

How long will it take for these small acts to fade?