Thanks to for the link 🙂

The Blue Bowl
by Jane Keny­on

Like prim­i­tives we buried the cat
with his bowl. Bare-hand­ed
we scraped sand and grav­el
back into the hole.
                               They fell with a hiss
and thud on his side,
on his long red fur, the white feath­ers
between his toes, and his
long, not to say aquiline, nose.

We stood and brushed each oth­er off.
There are sor­rows keen­er than these.

Silent the rest of the day, we worked,
ate, stared, and slept. It stormed
all night; now it clears, and a robin
bur­bles from a drip­ping bush
like the neigh­bor who means well
but always says the wrong thing.

Oth­er­wise: New & Select­ed Poems

Orig­i­nal­ly uploaded by Kim­ber­ly Jen­nery

Dit­to show­ing off her new paint job!

This cute­ness just strength­ens my wish that we lived clos­er to Kim­ber­ly and her fam­i­ly. Click for more pho­tos.

The video I ded­i­cat­ed to Katie isn’t actu­al­ly called Wake Up Cat, and it has been pulled from YouTube (or it was—it seems to be back, now).

The piece is by ani­ma­tor Simon Tofield of Tan­dem Films, and is prop­er­ly titled Cat Man Won. You can view it on their site.

By a dark, blue-eyed stranger who walked up to me last night. He looked into my eyes and I was gone!

We think he’s about 8 weeks old. He’s very skit­tish right now, pre­fer­ring to stay out of sight and away from Shel­ley unless there’s crack wet food in ques­tion.

Shel­ley is NOT amused.