It's another foggy meowning.
When isn't it around here.
At least this time of year.
Each meowning I feed the crew.
The dogs go out back to explore the new scents of the yard.
The cats all line up out of no where
and share one small can of Fancy Feast.
(It's amazing how they hear me do that
but not when we need to go somewhere)
When the last one is done, usually Jasmine Marie,
the girls come in and get their breakfast.
Me, I go to the den with a cup of coffee
(my reward for being a nice Mom
and my wake up you old lady)
and two bags of frozen peas
(that bad back of mine)
and read about the world.
I go online and see what happened
while I tossed and turned
all night with a grey cat
on me (Ashton doing his toes)
and a Siamese on my pillow.
In between banging at the window
to get the squirrel off the bird feeder.
Today's story was about a lost dog.
(I look and pick a few to actual read)
He was lost and now he's found.
A good story for once.
I get tired of looking at the headlines and everything is yuck.
Bad this, sad that,
who needs to hear about all of that
first thing (ok, mid) morning.
I want a better world.
Don't we all ?
So, if you want to feel good about the world,
take a look at this story.
Something went right for once.