If I was a cat and looked like that I’d hide my head in shame.
Blue eyes so blind that cannot find a mouse or even cheese.
Since then my life has changed to please a little one called Hazel.
Her eyes so blue, her cuddles true, my heart is full to bursting.
She loves me with all my faults, with pride and joy we both exalt.
6am is time for fun, even before the rising sun.
A marmalade cat was meant to be Asunder a merry Christmas tree To be given to a small, wee friend On whose arm I shall append.
The Golden Hour: The Daily Post by Michelle W.
6:00 AM: the best hour of the day, or too close to your 3:00 AM bedtime?