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Sunday, September 28, 2014


I was in my outdoor cosy the whole time. So what if she couldn't find me?
 I admit that I was crouched down very low and not easy to see. After all, I like my own privacy.
All the calls of 'Sasha, where are you?' and remarks like, 'I can't manage without you!' may be sweet to hear, but do not call me to any special action.
 Rather, they float over me, like dandelion puffballs in the wind.
 I am dreaming I am a cheetah. Long grass rustles slightly and then I stay stock still. I am immovable. I am a hunting cheetah, stalking its prey.
'Oh, there you are Sasha. What a relief. My little darling. What a pretty cat you are, Sasha.'
Where was I ...


Summer at said...

So distracting, those humans!

The Island Cats said...

Humans are always interrupting our good dreams. Sheesh.

meowmeowmans said...

Poor Sasha! Lynettea interrupted your excellent dream!

Pretinha said...

Gato pequeno?... Não!
Uma Chita!

Angel Keisha said...

Good dreams are fun. I like to dream about unicorns and candy.