Wednesday, July 07, 2004

What I Tawt I Taw

Sometimes when I come home, I find my cat asleep by the window sill. She is curled up in a ball, with her fluffy-wuffy tail wrapped around her body just about tickling her nose. Sometimes her head is tossed back a bit, and her face is tucked under her widdle-biddy kitty-cat paws. And I look down at her and think, "of all God's precious creatures, are there any more peaceful than a cat in a sunbeam?" That's when I want to scream in her ear "A-ha! How do you like it when I wake you up from YOUR nap, you ungrateful furball!"

But I don't.

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