What Is It That Comes On Little Cat Feet? Duh. Little Cats.

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Robert Frost, of course,  wrote that it was the fog that “comes on little cat feet”.  But at my house,  one day last Summer, JOY came in on little cat  feet.

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Nose count: Taffy, Lickety, and Butterboy with Mom Cat.aSummer cats 002

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Family Dinner (that’s Dad Cat — Blackie —  in back):aSummer cats 004

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This is my favorite picture: — Lickety eating a late afternoon snack, Butter taking a snooze, and Taffy in mid-air, flipping a toy mousie:aSummer cats 007

Cat v. Cardinal.  Tha cardinal won.

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Want more?

It’s 40 degrees and rainy today on the Long Island Sound. All the Hobos were accounted for, tucked into their little cubbies, keeping warm and dry…but I could use a little reminder of Summer.  You too?

Enjoy.

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See these little faces? They look at me with such trust; “Does Summer ever end?” they want to know.

“Yeah,” I tell them. “Too soon.”