What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare? -W.H.Davies
Friday, November 20, 2009
She's resting peacefully in a quilt lined planter box, relieved that the pesky little temporary kitten has disappeared. Her nose is marked by the faucet where she seeks liquid refreshment, whether or not it is turned on.
(((HUGS)))
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