My cat Spark is a dreamer.
He reaches out playfully to the cosmos,
connecting to a wonderful, innocent energy that he conducts back to our little house--
in our little corner of the universe.
He "digs for treasure" in the yard. He sits on the roof with the seagulls pretending that he is one of them (this perplexes the seagulls greatly). He puts his paw on my hand to remind me that he loves me, even when I have to stretch out his crunchy food for a couple of days because there are bills to pay.
Some say cats are aloof; I say they have character.
And in the middle of the jungle, we have a home that is more of a home because of him.
And that is family.
He reaches out playfully to the cosmos,
connecting to a wonderful, innocent energy that he conducts back to our little house--
in our little corner of the universe.
He "digs for treasure" in the yard. He sits on the roof with the seagulls pretending that he is one of them (this perplexes the seagulls greatly). He puts his paw on my hand to remind me that he loves me, even when I have to stretch out his crunchy food for a couple of days because there are bills to pay.
Some say cats are aloof; I say they have character.
And in the middle of the jungle, we have a home that is more of a home because of him.
And that is family.
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Spark Sergey Nivens
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