He stretches out and washes
his sleek ginger fur
Then closes amber eyes and relaxes
Releasing a mellow
purr
Knowing he’s home and safe
He lays down his head to sleep
Only turning an ear when
A bird outside
Peeps
The Ginger Cat
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Michael Seidel, writer 
He sounds like my kind of cat!
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Is this the newest cat in your clowder? Or just the observations of him? Either way, I like the poem, Michael. ~nan
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Thanks — just observation of the youngblood, Papi, aka Meep, aka, the Ginger Flash, aka the Orange Menace.
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