Gracie, taking care of her Twitter Account and Blog.Yes, she really has her own accounts - and she has more Twitter followers than my NASCAR Twitter.
Gracie's Cupboard
My Cupboard.
(For illustration purposes only, my food is in the fridge, please do not run to the nearest food bank)
How does a 12 inch cat manage to get half of a Queen size bed?
And, every star needs immortalized, so I wrote this poem for Gracie a couple of weeks ago (published on Helium):
Green-eyed beauty up on the window sill
A portrait behind her of life, not still
Blue sky painted with shades of ivory
Autumn’s breeze captures her feline fancy
Calico colors reflected in glass
Perched high above concrete, people, and grass
A comforting shape, she’s contentedly
Steadied by a tail curved elegantly
Slowly shifts after a stretch and a purr
Just to bring to me … sunshine in her fur.
How does a 12 inch cat manage to get half of a Queen size bed?
And, every star needs immortalized, so I wrote this poem for Gracie a couple of weeks ago (published on Helium):Green-eyed beauty up on the window sill
A portrait behind her of life, not still
Blue sky painted with shades of ivory
Autumn’s breeze captures her feline fancy
Calico colors reflected in glass
Perched high above concrete, people, and grass
A comforting shape, she’s contentedly
Steadied by a tail curved elegantly
Slowly shifts after a stretch and a purr
Just to bring to me … sunshine in her fur.
1 comment:
Gracie's expression looks like my own before tackling some absurd title. I wonder if my eyes glow? :-)
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