Leaves under my feet and burrs in my wild fur.
Into the open beyond
of catdom nirvana.
Wind parting my fur in short chilly blasts,
I race in circles on the dewy grass,
to catch the angel with bright orange wings.
Around and around and around I go,
Up and down up and down,
look how high she goes!
Did I hear let's eat?
Wingless once more,
I leave my window perch,
Mosey on over to my eating dish
For a gentle rub under my chin,
down my back
and up my tail.
I'll reward her later
she simply adores.
I'm Charlotte FeatherBender ~
A dabbler in window shopping
for free range robins and black-capped chickadees,
observing the comings and goings
of little fourth acre gardens.
Tuesday ~ Mommy woke up today with a headache, neckache, backache, armache, and feetache. I'm glad I'm not a people. Breakfast was cold food from the fridge. It's already dark and that thingamagig is two numbers past the number dinner is served. I meowed for half an hour for daddy to help, but he just said 'what a cute kitty you are', patted me on the head like I was a dog and left. Men!
Wednesday ~ Mommy had mint Milano cookies for breakfast with her Assamy tea. Since she was thinking outside her box I was hoping for a fresh robin in my food bowl, but it was just stinky turkey mash :'( She's at the opposite end of the garden today working with a pick ax. I thought it was plant bee balm day, but she said she had to prepare the bed first. I prepared her bed first for me by kneading it with my little tootsies, pulling threads everywhere until it was fuzzy soft, and went to sleep. It gets tiring watching mommy work.
Thursday ~ It rained today or so I thought, but it was just mommy with the watering hose drowning all the pots. The handyman appeared late afternoon to fix all the mistakes from the week before, but only had time to fix one. I thought mommy said she was going to fix him too, but maybe I was wrong, cause she left daddy in charge, and disappeared until dinner was served.
Friday ~ Mommy received her twenty-four plants today, and came dragging back in when the sun was no more, plopped a can of chicken bits into my dish and climbed into her bed with a terrible groan that made me high tail it right to the doorway. 'I want to write a blog post', I said. 'Whatever', she said. 'Are you going to proofread it', I asked? 'Who cares', she said. Mommy should plant in the garden more often :`)