I heard a little mew from under a hibiscus bush
"Here kittykitty"
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.
Carl Sandburg
The Carnival of Cats is now up and running for
your kitty viewing pleasure
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