The Gift of a Morning
I thought Cookie was being stubborn, contrary, when she wandered away into the overgrown garden sauntering at her own pace
Read MoreI thought Cookie was being stubborn, contrary, when she wandered away into the overgrown garden sauntering at her own pace
Read MoreCookie sits on her footstool quietly contemplating as the rain softly falls on her back yard. The misty morning cools
Read MoreThere really are two torties on my lap, Kelly on the left curled up on top of Cookie. And Cookie
Read MoreCats are pretty intelligent, so I’ve never been able to figure out how they fool themselves into thinking that a
Read MoreThis might have been nice to remember last week when we were melting on our feet, but we certainly weren’t
Read MoreHere’s what we’ve decided to do today, especially since mom is playing around with her computer again. There’s nothing we
Read MoreThose morning cats, relaxing before they begin the true work of the day, supervising me, observing the wildlife outside the
Read MoreMom, why are you lying on the floor down there? You have that big black thing on your face again.
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