Some days are to laugh. After a week of being pretty much kept out because of my new comer, the world's most anti-social cat, Stevie, broke in, ate the Russian's leftover dinner, and is now asleep on my lap. . . .
About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
1 comment:
We have one whose eyes are definitely green, and one whose eyes are sometimes green and sometimes yellow. Everybody else's eyes are blue. Well, five of them *are* Siamese. There's one, I donno what she is, though she looks very much like one of the Siamese which is odd, who also has blue eyes. *shrug* Guess it just depends. Before we had cats, I thought they all had green eyes.
Post a Comment