Was going to apologize for the tremendous size of the “My Cat Jeoffry” poem, but I refuse. It’s great. If it’s also long, so what? I didn’t get a picture of the cats up in time for the Carnival of the Cats, so I put this up instead. I’ve no doubt that Jeoffry was the equal of any of my cats.
Pizza is not dinner. Okay, it is. Mother would not have thought it a good dinner, but then, she didn’t ever eat pizza until after Dad died.
The cats have been lulled into somnolence by the pizza scents, and the travelogue on TV about Cape Breton Island. Maybe now is a good time to sneak up with a camera….
white pebble 