I used to see her coming. I used to see her going. Running a short nervous run or tip-pawing. I used to spot her in the bushes after sunset, ready to spread all over someone’s carpet. I could see her even when the fog… Continue Reading “Ava”
Hi everyone, Please find below the latest entry in our poetry section by Galya: before she wakes up and leaves you with an empty lap, you already miss the cat… If you have a poem or story you’d like us to feature why… Continue Reading “Purrsday Poetry – The Lap Cat Haiku”
According to the internet, Leonardo says: “The Smallest feline is a masterpiece”.
spring is still, it’s tranquil – like a cat that naps amidst the spring chill
cats are not good at planting seeds but like having spring-pattern things