imprinted...

jim davis creation,


...an oldschool comic strip posted in celebration of honor we feel each time one of our cats traces over atop us; for it is a partnership whereas we supply the warm body to perch upon and they supply endless tiny paw massages. There too are times when we are nothing more than a mere platform from which our lead foot cats sporadically leap from leaving us holding our sprung sides in agony. Recognized weight of these little bodies as measurement of tiny little hearts & little souls encompassed in fur.

Imprinted in love.

Feel (the) Fall Fever...

...mesmerized eyes reflecting warm sun thoughts,


...open window; perched and strategically placed paws we (mother & daughter) feel the Fall breeze through our fur, our face and up our tails as we will slowly drift to the back noise of singing birds and whispering wind blown leaves.