Every day, a photograph, a poem. Last fall we finally broke down and purchased a new, smaller couch. The problem started right off the bat: the cat didn’t think there was room for her so she has never jumped up and sat beside or between us, even when there’s only one of us. She does jump up onto Scott’s lap– because he rubs her ears. [Ick. I can’t].
But today, months later, she jumped up and purred, curled around and took her morning catnap. There’s something so sweet about that. And so, a little poem.
There’s something special in a catSheri Edwards
Who just like that curls up to nap.
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Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart