Definitely Slice of Life: Naps

Daily Note

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.

Naps

There’s something special in a cat
Who just like that curls up to nap.

Sheri Edwards
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Poetry/Photography

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