cat | cat
May.15.2013
The day was winding down. Golden sunshine washed across the lawn's rich greenness and illuminated our huckleberry, sedge, mountain fire, pink rock rose, yellow day lillies and lavender. Standing on the porch, I enjoyed the still, cooling air and checked the schedule for today on my...
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Apr.19.2013
calico cat
crosses my path
must mean good luck
but she seems
so frightened
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Apr.06.2013
My first elfje.
Coco Licorice
Black,Her coatCovering old bones.She is my familiar.Cat.
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Mar.13.2013
He's black and white, typical tuxedo, long haired and feline, with large paws.
I first saw him on my front porch three days ago, visiting with my cats. His presence didn't perturb them and he wasn't threatened by them but he stayed a good distance from me.
Tonight was the third...
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Jan.19.2013
Yellow,
flickering flames,
curl around the log,
and cast shadows on the wall
as I sit snuggled close to you,
the cat curled at our feet~
winter evening.
© annettealaine-2013
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Jan.18.2013
Rose and Sir Thomas led them into the park and over to the “Whip the Tail” ride. It was a huge cat’s tail that swung back and forth lazily from side to side. It had cars that ran back and forth inside. As the tail went from one side to center, the cars would come closer to the root of the tail....
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Dec.27.2012
They heard a short electrical buzz inside the machine and saw movement through the light. A hand grasped the edge of the doorway inches from where Millie had first touched it moments ago. They all backed up a step and were ready to flee for their lives on a moment’s notice, when a lovely...
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Dec.01.2012
Rocky, from 2003, a year before he passed away. He was a rescue, the only survivor from his litter of four, abandoned by his mother before he was two weeks old. My wife and I raised him with a bottle, and we shared a home for fifteen years. He was a sweetheart.
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Nov.22.2012
Now that Thanksgiving is gone, winter approaches, and here is my ode to it:
Freezing Rain
Freezing rain last night turning to sleet.
No newspaper, the cat wants out, not the dogs.
Birthday cake remnants slumped in the fridge.
That fox I saw lying dead by the roadside...
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