Thursday, December 20, 2007
Norris looks to the sky and thinks about life. His world is inside my house and the one time I tried to take him outside, he had a nervous breakdown. From then on, he's stayed inside. He looks much bigger than he is, because his fur is all poofy and needs groomed. He talks a lot. He likes to sleep in toolboxes. He's a good kitten. He's stuck around with me and said he'll keep on sticking it out with me.
Thanks, Norelai.
Photo - N
Words - S
I look at this face and I hear his voice. Well, not everyone can hear his voice. Just me, really. We talk to each other a lot. I don't think he's all that happy with me recently. I have been wrong in the past. Tonight, I'm sure, he'll lick my hand and I'll feel a lot better. Right now, I'm sure that he's rather done with me.
Photo - N
Words - S
Friday, December 07, 2007
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