Ah, the nightly ritual. I remember it well. This poem is delightful, Sue. I was ready to climb in with you all. I especially loved the rhythm of this "... our bodies make Canyons and caves For cats to den and slumber." and this, "...Seeking that soft spot between us Eight pounds becomes leaden weight Pulling covers down with him." Lovely.
Thank you, Sharron. I posted this, one of my favorite memories actually, hoping it wouldn't be considered "too cute." Your comment shows me otherwise. Thank you.
Oh, Sue, there are so many cat-people out there. My own cat stories are "well subscribed". Here is one for you for a laugh over your morning coffee. Any cat-person could have written it. ha ha ha https://sharronbassano.substack.com/p/marvins-day-book
Thank you for the link to a fun story. It made my day. Marvie lives a good, rich life. And he's such a good provider. Hope Bruce cooked that stew ... with lots of gravy.
Ah, the nightly ritual. I remember it well. This poem is delightful, Sue. I was ready to climb in with you all. I especially loved the rhythm of this "... our bodies make Canyons and caves For cats to den and slumber." and this, "...Seeking that soft spot between us Eight pounds becomes leaden weight Pulling covers down with him." Lovely.
Thank you, Sharron. I posted this, one of my favorite memories actually, hoping it wouldn't be considered "too cute." Your comment shows me otherwise. Thank you.
Oh, Sue, there are so many cat-people out there. My own cat stories are "well subscribed". Here is one for you for a laugh over your morning coffee. Any cat-person could have written it. ha ha ha https://sharronbassano.substack.com/p/marvins-day-book
Thank you for the link to a fun story. It made my day. Marvie lives a good, rich life. And he's such a good provider. Hope Bruce cooked that stew ... with lots of gravy.
MonDieu! Ragôut al la Rongeur! Délicieux!