the sun streams
through the curtains
in a cat sized patch
and there we find him
this connoisseur of apricity
stretched and flat
drinking of the winter day's
meager glory
tail flicking on ocassion
and one eye open..
to the possibilty
of bacon on the run.
he is now of the age,
where he needs warm
his bones ,
before he thinks of...
completing his yoga
and cleaning down there.
so the little blucat
has become a master
at fitting his body
into any sliver or ****
of winter sun ....
and is often found dozing.
..or as elliot claims,
contemplating the depth,
and meaning of his name....
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
the sun streams
through the curtains
in a cat sized patch
and there we find him
this connoisseur of apricity
stretched and flat
drinking of the winter day's
meager glory
tail flicking on ocassion
and one eye open..
to the possibilty
of bacon on the run.
he is now of the age,
where he needs warm
his bones ,
before he thinks of...
completing his yoga
and cleaning down there.
so the little blucat
has become a master
at fitting his body
into any sliver or ****
of winter sun ....
and is often found dozing.
..or as elliot claims,
contemplating the depth,
and meaning of his name....
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