She looked so alone, the tom away for the evening. The jane has been sitting still a long time reading more of her papery internet. Her feet are white as cooling eggs. Perhaps owing to my dream where I leapt after the seagull and pursued her with my own wings, I settled down around the white nest of toes, warming them with my own stomach.
something moved me
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9 Responses to “something moved me”
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*smile*
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Nice dream! I would like to have wings. There should be flying cats! Yes! — Muddy, BloggingCat.com
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How sweet!
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You’re such a sweetie! I would never lay on my Mom’s feet.
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Aw that’s nice. I like to sleep on Mommy’s feet. Sometimes Grandma’s too.
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i didn’t know we had a poet amongst us….
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Beautiful sentiment! I’m sure she appreciated the comfort of your warmth.
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That was sweet – what a nice kitty.
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It was very considerate of you to warm her feet. I hope she rewarded you for your kind deed.
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