I always loved sharing space on the bed with our housecats when we were young. I also remember the nightly ritual of Dad's stalking into each of our bedrooms patting the covers looking for the elusive cat craving warmth on a winter night. When I was older I asked Mom why he always hunted down our cats to lock them in the basement for the night and she replied that Dad got up early and worked hard and didn't want the nighttime interupptions. Interesting how things change upon his retirement and the cats now rule the house.
Thank you for stopping by .... It has been 15 years since the start of this poetry blog .... Over time, I developed a few rules for posting: (1) The verses should not be too abstract, or long; (2) They must rhyme, and (3) Need to write at least twenty per month .... So, yes, the quality varies (sigh), but I've stuck to it and have by now accumulated over 3,800 entries .... I do not write for recognition or money, rather, for some other reason I guess ... Best luck & health to you -- JPN
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ReplyDeleteI always loved sharing space on the bed with our housecats when we were young. I also remember the nightly ritual of Dad's stalking into each of our bedrooms patting the covers looking for the elusive cat craving warmth on a winter night.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was older I asked Mom why he always hunted down our cats to lock them in the basement for the night and she replied that Dad got up early and worked hard and didn't want the nighttime interupptions.
Interesting how things change upon his retirement and the cats now rule the house.