Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Carl Sandburg once said

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
 And see?  Mr. Sandburg knew what he was talking about:

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Here I am, peacefully catching up on my sleep. Life is good again!

14 comments:

  1. Happy dreams, handsome boy, we love you....kisses...Calle, Halle, Sukki

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  2. We love your outstretched-paws sleeping pose! Sweet dreams!

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  3. You sure do have your napping spot covered purrfectly!

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  4. You control the weather? That's pawsome!

    Sniffie and the Florida Furkids

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  5. Oooh, Spitty. Of course you can come and nap with me.

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  6. Your feet brought that fog in?? Awesome!!

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  7. Spitty, that Mr. Sandburg was a smart dude!

    We're glad it's cooler for you today...Sweaty furz are the pits. At least here in Vegas it's a *dry* heat...kind of like a blast furnace, with dust and cheesy road signs.


    pee ess: Our Mommy is from the City of Big Shoulders!

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  8. Heat wave? Interesting. Here in Melbourne, it's so cold that heat is unimaginable at the moment....

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  9. I'm glad it cooled off for you!

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  10. Spitty
    We are glad you got your fog back!
    Sweet dream dear Spitty.

    purrin
    xo
    Abby

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