And see? Mr. Sandburg knew what he was talking about:The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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Here I am, peacefully catching up on my sleep. Life is good again!
Happy dreams, handsome boy, we love you....kisses...Calle, Halle, Sukki
ReplyDeleteWe love your outstretched-paws sleeping pose! Sweet dreams!
ReplyDeleteYou sure do have your napping spot covered purrfectly!
ReplyDeleteCoolness!
ReplyDeleteWhoa! YOU did that fog? I am impressed!
ReplyDeleteYou control the weather? That's pawsome!
ReplyDeleteSniffie and the Florida Furkids
Oooh, Spitty. Of course you can come and nap with me.
ReplyDeleteYour feet brought that fog in?? Awesome!!
ReplyDeleteSpitty, that Mr. Sandburg was a smart dude!
ReplyDeleteWe'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!
Sweet dreams Spitty!
ReplyDeleteHeat wave? Interesting. Here in Melbourne, it's so cold that heat is unimaginable at the moment....
ReplyDeleteI'm glad it cooled off for you!
ReplyDeletePleasant dreams, Spitty! :)
ReplyDeleteSpitty
ReplyDeleteWe are glad you got your fog back!
Sweet dream dear Spitty.
purrin
xo
Abby