As a child, I always thought the poet must never have owned cats, as storms with their loud crashings and bangings and thudding of fat raindrops on glass more accurately described the 'little cat feet' that stampeded through the house during the night.
LG thumps around when we're playing, but he's always sneaking up on me, particularly in the kitchen. I'll be making dinner, look down, and he's right there at my feet. I'm like, "How do you *do* that?" and he's like, "mrreeew." :-)
Silly Bean!
ReplyDeleteYou can do it Charlene!
ReplyDeleteDon't worry. I was waiting below, ready to catch her.
ReplyDeleteHa! Silly girl. Cats are so dignified most of the time that it makes their undignified moments that much funnier.
ReplyDeleteShe is just showing off her beautiful white gloves!
ReplyDeleteThe fog comes
ReplyDeleteon little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
--Carl Sandburg
Purrfect!
DeleteAs a child, I always thought the poet must never have owned cats, as storms with their loud crashings and bangings and thudding of fat raindrops on glass more accurately described the 'little cat feet' that stampeded through the house during the night.
DeleteLG thumps around when we're playing, but he's always sneaking up on me, particularly in the kitchen. I'll be making dinner, look down, and he's right there at my feet. I'm like, "How do you *do* that?" and he's like, "mrreeew." :-)
DeleteThis is definitely a favorite Butterbean photo.
ReplyDelete*rawr* lol
ReplyDeleteSo adorable. Best wishes, too, for MISTER (A252380), who features in the "How about this cutie pie?" section opposite.
ReplyDeleteI love that right front paw!
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