One, one and one equals three if you think mathematically. But sums done in the heart have a subtler art - Hazel plus Mabel plus me. ______________________________ Hazel and Mabel are the cats I live with, who have just turned 12 and 7 years old respectively. This is their annual birthday poem. ______________________________
was real sweet, she didn't mean to make a mess, but when she saw the earth, she couldn't stop her paw from digging down and shovelling up mountains of the rich, wet stuff until the plant sagged toward the ground and silt and soil piled all around. Then, with her tail puffed up for joy, … Continue reading Mabelline the dancing queen
would climb the drapes, wanting to see what life looked like from up above. It wasn't mischief, it was love! of exploration and adventure. And folks, here's where I should mention: Haze was born into a barn, where climbing things could do no harm and walking on the rafters was the favourite pastime of her … Continue reading When Hazel was a kitten, she
Like floats in the holding area, cats sprawl on hardwood, tails flicking. Woman puts her feet on the floor, pushes out of bed, starts to the hallway, rubbing her tousled head. Cats leap into formation, trotting behind, long tails waving, proud victorious flags.
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