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Wednesday night
A poem by Rex Tyler (rex@cooksdelight.co.uk) Source: www.cooksdelight.co.uk |
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The children all were waiting on the stairs, and in the hall Max then came and laid upon the cushion by the wall totally unexpected, he should sit there, he has never ever sat there before in front of me Sables in the same place, she always is each night Misty likes to use her claws she thinks she has the right to dig them deep into my fleece and pull them very tight she's purring but as yet I never know quite what to say she has a face that Eastern hardly any nose and saucer eyes she does look wise and a beard thats sort of grey dark tipped ears and a small cute mouth and lips like a barbie doll a thin pink tongue sharp needle teeth and wet and silky tears she has the longest pedigree of all the children here you can feel that she is highly strung and she isn't quite the dear you'd expect she can be brutal she reminds me everyday that she has sharp teeth and she'll use them if she feels she should okay I can't be sure about her yet she's unstable to a tee I'm learning more about her but she knows little of me Tonight all 3 are with us Max the true surprise laying there in front of me he's rfeally quite a size white feet,black and white legs and a face of white and black slightly short on whiskers and white curling through his back Misty's sleeping on my bag all the kids are here Time is proving theres a kind of bonding it seems clear all of them are happy they've fallen on their feet their calming down and their naturalness is pretty well complete one wonders what they do all day to get in this tired state but as we know at airports it is tiring to wait and that could be the reason they are stressed up all day and when they hear us coming up the drive thats when they play they have some food and come and see us greet us which is great something really that I have to say i'd missed of late |