Life in transition with Ray but without Rochelle, Rebecca, and Elcie. The blog title is taken from the girls' names but "roc" and "rebel" works for me too.
Cat lonely presence on Grands wooden roof Remind me of days of my cat and my youth Smokey grey kitten was for me my best mate Al day my companion to play until lateSmokey could run like a dog not a cat Smokey was as fast as a cat chases a rat Stars her companion moonlight was her night Morning when rested to the fields out of sight Together we planned new adventures to find Cowboys and Indians a game she didn’t mind Smokey could run like a dog not a cat Smokey was as fast as a cat after a rat
ok my comment is not going to anywhere as elequant as Lindseys!!!I just did catch up reading and things sound more or less in place.i am so glad the oxygen came. in my home town elderly and asmatic people used to have to listen to the pollution index on the radio every morning, now there is no report. we had to work at it but now we can breath!
I have no poem to pay tribute to such a wonderful cat, but I will ask her name.
I emailed you julian but for anyone else, that's Spunky. The baby is Fidget.
My aunt used to hae a cat that would get on the roof like that. They called him Accident. He would climb a tree and jump on the roof.
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