This morning the moon faded slowly as sunlight filled a new day. Now she is late to rise. Once more the darkness is pinned to the night with a million million stars, high above, far away. Cold, beautiful night. We are all of a curl and a soft fall of fur by the fire's side. Dreaming cats.
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Beautiful image. You paint with words as well as you paint with pigment.
Thank you! TK's mom
Spring will soon arrive we think.
I discovered your site by accident, but oh, what a happy one....I have been digging back in your archives and old blog.
Your art is lovely and you cats are wonderful.
Have you bookmarked to read daily now.
Birmingham - the one in Alabama in the USA.
What a cosy place to be, all in a curl by the fireside.
"We are all of a curl and a soft fall of fur by the fire's side. Dreaming cats."
I can see them there too, the slight rise and fall of their breathing and the heads covered with a paw and slightly turned upside down - with the tail curled neatly around them too. Wonderful to see them asleep, so perfectly comfortable.
Sweet dreams cattypusses!
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