Photobucket

Wednesday, 12 January 2011

DAY TWELVE

Tigger and Polly love curling up beside each other, this was them this morning fast asleep on the mat in front of the fire.

My Cat


My cat rubs my leg
and starts to purr
with a soft little rumble,
a soft little whirr -
as if she has motors
inside of her.
I say, "nice kitty!"
and stroke her fur,
and though she cant' talk
and I can't purr,
She understands me,
and I do her.

No comments:

Post a Comment

THANKS FOR ALL YOUR COMMENTS, I LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.