Okay, I'll admit it. I have a thing for cats. So, this week, I'm sharing a poem about cat's whiskers. When you have a digital camera and two cats, you end up with LOTS of cat photos. I decided to go close-up and cropped a picture of Skippy so that I had the nose and whiskers, then I added a poem, and voila!
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Meow! What fun. Love it. :)ReplyDelete
I never knew the whiskers had such a story to tell. Love your poem and picture, Diane!ReplyDelete
Cats are such interesting people! Thanks for the cat poem!
I collect all the cat whiskers I find on the couch or near the food dish or wherever they land when they're done being vibrissae. (great word!) I don't know why I do it...ReplyDelete
Thanks everyone! Mary Lee, collecting whiskers is like collecting pebble or feathers. They end up in the trash, but for a moment they are so appealing/interesting.ReplyDelete