Wednesday, April 13, 2011

El Gato Con Bigotes Blancos

Benjamin Franklin Thunder Cat, Cowboy and Explorer.
I love your whiskers.
I love, love, love your whiskers.
And when you talk, and purr.
I love that you claimed the thrift shop chair that I left in the hallway.
Stay awhile.
Do not wander. Do not go beyond the gate.
Stay, so we can love your whiskers.


My Name is Kirsten Not Kristen said...

I totally love the sweet poem...and yes, those are indeed the type of whiskers that would inspire such pretty words.

judy in ky said...

We have four indoor cats and six outdoor feral cats. I worry about the feral cats when I don't see them. This poem reminded me of them.

Natalie, the Chickenblogger said...

Kirsten... thank you. His whiskers have a life force all their own!

Judy... God bless you and those kitties. I love what you do for all of them.