#sol15 Two Cats Not Mine
Two cats.
Not mine.
Huddled, cuddled
asleep on a patio chair.
Two cats.
Not mine.
Ears alert
Awakened, Aware.
Two cats,
Not mine.
Gaze inside
Are you there?
Two cats,
Not mine.
Wishing, hoping
Will you let us in?
Two cats,
Mine.
Tails snapping,
No way; go away.
Photo Credit: Sheri Edwards — Two Cats; Not Mine. [Creative Commons 2.0]
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Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart
1DR What Else? 
I think cats choose us…we are their people; they aren’t our pets. I don’t think this because I am a crazy cat lady…my cat has just staked a claim on me and allows me to sleep in her bed.
So true! And they train us!
We are laps.