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.
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3 comments:

  1. My Name is Kirsten Not KristenApril 13, 2011 at 10:29 AM

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

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  2. judy in kyApril 13, 2011 at 2:22 PM

    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.

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  3. Natalie, the ChickenbloggerApril 14, 2011 at 7:30 AM

    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.

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