I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, June 26, 2009

Cat Blogging Friday

See Vivian? Here, maybe this will help.
You can tell what fun it is to go find them to wrangle them inside. And both of them have the same coloring. Fortunately for us that pile is gone now (although the ground still has that color patterning).
Here's Cleo helping us out a little by "hiding" on top of the bright blue tarp. Have I mentioned that she ain't too bright? Actually, this wood pile is her favorite plaything. She sleeps on top, or she can crawl under the tarp and hide is she needs to. Our little special needs kitty.

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