Saturday, June 16, 2012

the end of poems



Not the best reason, but here is why I have not posted any new poems....I have named her Ramsay.  Keep in mind that Macbook screen is only ten inches tall.  Her paws, roughly the size of the keyboard buttons.  I have about 25 other photos, but they are all a blur of fur.  She practices pouncing about 20 hours a day, and the other four she spends in intervals nestled close to my heart napping.

8 comments:

  1. That is too cute! I love the white face mask and the pink nose.

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  2. What a sweetie! I, too, love her white "mask".

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  3. Living with a cat is like poetry. Life becomes full of new ways of seeing the world and every thing in the world becomes a source of joy or play. Your kitty companion is lovely.

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  4. What a little cutie pie. Now you are cat-owned!

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  5. Fans want Izy poems. *taps foot*

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  6. i knew it, i knew you were in there somewhere

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  7. Awe. Cuddle time is very important. (I have two cats... wish I could have 20 :)

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