I love the way a sleepy fog hangs over the bayou in the morning and grabbed my camera when I took my walk
I heard a little mew from under a hibiscus bush
She let me scratch her ears and even posed for a pic before moving
on about her day
She reminded me of one of my favorite poems:
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
The Carnival of Cats is now up and running for
your kitty viewing pleasure