Friday, April 20, 2007

Have A Nice Day

I can hear a woman's lilting voice from round the corner. The excuse of cold is no longer applicable. And yet I remain inside, imprisoned by more applicable excuses. Sadness.

However, like a Victorian Lady, I believe the shelter has only helped to maintain my delicacy of feature.





Love. A simple cat can feel so much. I've never seen him, but in pictures. We have corresponded. I just want to smell him.
Perhaps he could lick my head. mmm, that'd be peachy.