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I have decided that I really am part cat.
I sit in the den.
Turning my chair, it's that kind of swirly turn kind.
Looking at the front woods and the swinging suet that hangs.
It was empty for a while.
Til I got Mr. Boatman to refill it.
Birds of every size have visited.
Even those big and small squirrels from the back woods.
We all like the little squirrels, as the big guys seem to eat it all.
I tend to throw old magazines at the window so they'll venture
up the tree and over the roof to the fence.
Anyway, with the sort of sun coming out through the clouds,
I find myself looking and waiting.
I am sad.
Who will visit next.
I turn my chair.
I drink my tea.
I am cat.
I am now purrfect.
~ JC ~