from their bunkers and are now mainly perching on things higher than us. When they think we might not notice, a paw reaches over to pat an ear or someone's hair gets nibbled.
Tuesday Poem
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Late Ripeness Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I
felt a door opening in me and I entered the clarity of early morning. One
after ano...
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Love this drawing. You capture the alluring electricity of all cats. Merry Christmas!
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to a prosperous new year for us xxxx
Deleteand an XL-ent new year to you sir!
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