#19 Carl Sandburg – Fog

The fog comeson little cat feet.
It sits lookingover harbor and cityon silent haunchesand then moves on.

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another one!

We have another grey kitty! This one is a girl. I’ll post pictures when I can get some decent ones.
edit: And the black one has now arrived as well. I’m pretty sure it’s a girl, too. They are all so sweet.

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kittens!

We have two outside cats. Well, sort of. They were strays that showed up one day and one thing led to another and we wound up getting attached and naming them since we couldn’t find homes. I would bring them inside in a heartbeat if I could but financially I just can’t right now because [...]

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