Two weeks and counting.
I hear you moan and sigh.
You scurry in sunglasses and sandals.
You hide away from July’s heat.
But nothing ruffles my fur.
I pad place to place.
I pause in the shade of cool tile.
I curl and twirl.
I inch closer to appease you.
I take what you leave me.
I move on to the next door.
Don’t worry about me.
I’ll get by.
The sun and stars are my home.
It’s no big deal.
It’s just who I am.
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How true are those words. I have my two furbies who are inside dwellers. Never venturing out side. While I have another one I call Mr. Mistoffelees. He makes his rounds and stops by for a drink from one of my fountains that there to appease the birds. Then on to his bowl of kibbles. What is doesn’t consume the birds in the morning make a feast of the remainder. I love these postings.
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Glad you enjoyed it, Tom! Aren’t these critters comical!?
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Love this. I’ve been reading the horror stories of Az weather in the news. Hope you’re staying cool. Heat stroke is real. A guy I grew up with died of it a couple of months ago. My wife and I were wondering, Are lap-swimming pools outside there? If yes, doesn’t the water get hot?
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Thanks Jeff. Yeah, we’re careful in the heat. We go out in the morning. But stay inside afternoon and evenings. Lots of wonderful lap pools here … all outdoors. I try to swim by 8 or 9 am, when the water is still somewhat cool.
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I’m sure Tom is supplying food. Love this poem.
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Tom and I are both enabler her, but he probably has the edge. When the heat rolled in, Poly began to appear more regularly and we were happy to oblige.
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I live that this is written in the cat’s words.
I enjoy a feeling if purpose when the cats and birds come by our place for food
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Yes, our home is their sanctuary too.
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