You’re their muse, my pet.
Just being present helps them
by calming and inspiring them.
Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
You’re their muse, my pet.
Just being present helps them
by calming and inspiring them.
If you stay still and watch carefully, my pet, you’ll see things that others will never know.
The first bite is with the nose. Sniff first, and then eat, my pet. Trust your nose.
Although you may love and trust others, sometimes you must assert your independence, my pet.
Life’s a rush,
When you’re Quinn.
If he’s out,
He wants in.
If he’s in,
He wants out.
And to find a way,
He’ll rush about.
When you stray, my pet, trust your instincts to discover someone to help you find where you belong.
With apologies to ‘We Three Kings’.
We three cats
are asking for food.
Nothing special,
just something to chew.
Kibble, wet food or treats will do-oo;
but not that bread,
noooo, thank you.
Open your eyes, lift your head, sniff the air, and pause for a while to wonder, my pet.
Set up your desires and expectations, and then wait for them to be delivered, my pet.
Grasp life firmly with all your claws, my pet, but learn when to hold on and let go.