Every day, a photograph, a poem.
Today, the cat has decided to use her cat tree to watch out the backdoor slider for any other cats that might walk by. And no, you cannot reach up and pet her. Remember, from my other posts, she is not that kind of cat.
No she looks at you like, “Don’t even think about it,” and notice that her claws are ready, digging into the carpet as a warning to passers-by.
But, she’s grown on us. She’s like a cantankerous Grandpa who you know still loves you, no matter the mutterings.
Don’t Think About It
Don’t think about it.
I’m guarding the back door here.
Do your human things.Sheri Edwards
Poetry / Photography
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart