Thursday, November 28, 2013


He's nothing much but fur
And two round eyes of blue,...
He has a giant purr
And a midget mew.

He darts and pats the air,
He starts and cocks his ear,
When there is nothing there
For him to see and hear.

He runs around in rings,
But why we cannot tell;
With sideways leaps he springs
At things invisible -

Then half-way through a leap
His startled eyeballs close,
And he drops off to sleep
With one paw on his nose.

Got this shot and the poem off Crazy Cat Ladies. I watched Midge do the same things. And she still gets the rips. She's a big girl now, but she still seems to hear and see things that we don't. She is a little noiser when she goes ripping through the house. 

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