I Think I Can Take Them On.

 

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What Is Going On ?

 I was in my bedroom watching TV when Dixie my cat ran in from the living room and ran around my wheelchair a couple of times then ran back to the  living  room. She then repeated the same run so this time I followed her back to the living room to see what she was up to. She had jumped up  onto the back of my couch  that sits in front of this big picture window
Their were flashing lights on several police cars parked on the street along with a waiting ambulance. Evidently their was a car that had gone off the road and was resting on a slight hill with a pretty  good size drop off. It turns out the occupants of the car got out safely with no  serious injuries. The interesting part of the story is my Dixies reaction, she wanted me to see it!  

That Looks Like Snow To Me.

 

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I Love The Smell Of Fall Leaves.

 

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Seriously

 

These Leaves Are Really Bright!

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My Autumn Cat

 

My Dixie cat is so very much fun,

I bring her out often for her daily run.

She mostly likes the big Maple trees,

With their many red and orange leaves.

One red leaf dropped on her head,

And slowly slipped down her nose.

Her yellow eyes only saw bright red,

She brushed it away with her paw-toes.

I gather the leaves up into a big pile,

And so begins much laughter for a while.

Jumping in and out in and out my crazy cat

Til there’s nothing left leaving the pile flat.

She stands at my feet looking up at me,

I kinda know what it is that she wants

Gather up another pile and you will see,

I will entertain you once again for free.

Said my special little Autumn kitty. 

by Eileen Marie

My Shadow

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the paws up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow
Not at all like proper kitty’s, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up higher like an blue yarn ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there’s none of him at all.

He hasn’t got a notion of how kittens ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he’s a coward you can see;
I’d think shame to stick to mommy as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

 

A Cats Prayer Poem

 

A Cats Prayer
If it should be, that I grow frail and weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then, you must do what must be done
For this, the last battle, can't be won.
Don't let your grief stay your hand,
For this day more than the rest,
Your love and friendship stand the test.
We've had so many years,
What is to come can hold no fear.
You'd not want me to suffer, so
When the time comes, please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me to the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you'll see it is a kindness you do for me
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Don't grieve it should be you who this thing decides to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years,
Don't let your heart hold tears.
SMILE, FOR WE WALKED TOGETHER FOR AWHILE.

Author: Unknown

I Look Out The Window

My Missy goes out the door every day, All alone and lonely here I stay. She leaves me food water and toys to play, Even so she’s gone and my days are gray. * Where we live their is no yard with grass, No fields of hay, or lakes with Bass. Only buildings with brick and windows of glass. The days are long and time slow to pass. * I eat and drink and watch out the window, When it’s time for her here, I seem to know. My hair stands up, my heart skips a beat, I jump off the chair and run to her feet. * It seems that every few days, not sure I know, Why she doesn’t rush out the door to go. In the big chair she sits and reads while on her lap I sit and purr, Then watching TV together, she runs her hands through my fur. * But I know, again and again my Missy will leave, And again I will look out the window and grieve. So alas she tells me when she’s home it’s a weekend, And always and always on them I can depend. * Eileen 2014 Image:Pinterest Blog:https://finecats.wordpress.com/

A New Cat in Town

His name is Cosmo and sometimes is on my deck calling for my cats, just guessing.