then watching it as it runs up the fir tree. It’s a game they play. When Mocha is out in her catio, the squirrel runs over the top, back and forth, to annoy her. Mocha chatters at it as if swearing at its audacity.
then watching it as it runs up the fir tree. It’s a game they play. When Mocha is out in her catio, the squirrel runs over the top, back and forth, to annoy her. Mocha chatters at it as if swearing at its audacity.
Well said sister. You have a writer living inside of you too and when it comes out it’s lovely. Thank you for sharing this insightful moment.
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Ha so far this morning (8:20 am)I contacted a mortgage broker for a client, connected her with a home inspector, watched the news about rising COVID issues and which masks work best….how would I know the thread count of a mask???….and then found peace and tranquility again with the concept of “Mocha stalking a squirrel”. I paused and looked out my own window….. I see two deer right under the window, front legs folded peacefully, chewing their cud and enjoying the view from the garden peak…..Shakespeare said “sleep, that knits the raveled sleeve of care” but I think a moment with nature will do that too. Ahhhh Ok times up…back to work 🙂
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Catio, I like that!!! Own space 🤗💕 ;
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