tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132036112024-03-14T02:02:34.043-04:00WeaverRoseA self is made, not given. It is a creative and active process of attending a life that must be heard, shaped, seen, said aloud into the world, finally enacted and woven into the lives of others. Barbara MyerhoffWeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-59020583669807253332009-04-20T18:24:00.003-04:002009-04-20T18:53:39.601-04:00CinderellaThe Cinderella I learned as a girl was not the Disney Cinderella.<br />My stepmother was much fiercer and more cruel.<br />She cut off her daughter's toes and heel to fit the glass slipper.<br />My stepsisters didn't accept failure when the slipper didn't fit.<br />They embraced mutilation to gain the prince.<br /><br />I too wanted to be Cinderella but, in truth, I was a stepsister.<br />I cut off my belly laughs in favor of more melodious tones.<br />I cut off my desire and forgot what I wanted.<br />I cut off my hunger and food lost its savor.<br />I cut off my ambition and became content with my lot.<br />I cut off my pride and stood in the background.<br />I cut off my anger and smiled and smiled.<br /><br />But, by God, I still have my feet.<br />I will walk back and retrieve my discarded parts.<br />I will stitch me back together.<br />I will be whole again.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">WeaverRose - April 20, 2009<br /></div>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-58158954554398719892009-02-07T10:24:00.000-05:002009-02-07T10:25:10.079-05:00<object width="400" height="302"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3089746&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3089746&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="302"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/3089746">"Fidelity": Don't Divorce...</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/couragecampaign">Courage Campaign</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-66796166848268841032008-12-11T10:20:00.002-05:002008-12-11T10:24:52.978-05:00Winter Birdnest at Night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/SUEwJDvQ6ZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/nAF5vSsSWrc/s1600-h/IMG_5780.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/SUEwJDvQ6ZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/nAF5vSsSWrc/s400/IMG_5780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278553170435434898" border="0" /></a>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-86889329463549958742008-12-10T23:31:00.001-05:002008-12-10T23:33:08.301-05:00Winter Birdnest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/SUCX-Z1YkSI/AAAAAAAAAqY/kPtjKWwMIlo/s1600-h/IMG_5771.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/SUCX-Z1YkSI/AAAAAAAAAqY/kPtjKWwMIlo/s400/IMG_5771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278385861620699426" border="0" /></a>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-47754148349189779542008-12-05T11:20:00.004-05:002008-12-05T11:37:31.845-05:00The Boss ChroniclesAt work today I purchased printer cartridges today from <a href="http://www.lasermonks.com/">LaserMonks</a>, a Trappist monk outfit that re-manufactures printer cartridges to raise funds to support themselves and good works. You might be wondering what this has to do with anything, but the boss insists that we always pay the lowest possible price for everything and that I spend whatever time it takes to find the lowest price. Soooo, I found that the <a href="http://www.lasermonks.com/">LaserMonks</a> are a nickle cheaper than the outfit he was all impressed with and has urged me to use. So this is rebellion for me - being faithful to the "cheapest price" mandate, but finding a totally off the wall, unexpected supplier just to weird him out. So I'm laughing and enjoying this way too much. You see what I am driven to. It would be kinda sad if it weren't so fun.WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-88728097574493740502008-11-17T14:27:00.003-05:002008-11-17T14:33:16.830-05:00More Light on the Economic CrisisI found this video makes sense of my individual experience in the context of the wider trends and movements of the economy.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/akVL7QY0S8A&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/akVL7QY0S8A&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-13214395593763646682008-05-20T12:00:00.002-04:002008-05-20T12:00:01.491-04:00Sweet Sophie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/SB_NWUZwZgI/AAAAAAAAADc/Pcg3GalmNSQ/s1600-h/IMG_4180.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/SB_NWUZwZgI/AAAAAAAAADc/Pcg3GalmNSQ/s400/IMG_4180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197098278326396418" border="0" /></a>When I pet my lovely cat<br />she has the softest fur.<br />I wonder as I hold her close<br />Do I feel soft to her?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">WeaverRose<br />Spring 2008<br /></div>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-43635095959253313182008-05-15T12:00:00.001-04:002008-05-15T12:00:01.675-04:00Long Live The King!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/SB_JQUZwZfI/AAAAAAAAADU/3QpB8Ru6tNI/s1600-h/IMG_4691.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/SB_JQUZwZfI/AAAAAAAAADU/3QpB8Ru6tNI/s400/IMG_4691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197093777200670194" border="0" /></a>If the lion is the King of Beasts<br />cousin Petie is a prince.<br />He holds his head so regally<br />in cool magnificence.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">WeaverRose<br />Spring 2008<br /></div>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-70468404937895293832008-05-10T12:00:00.000-04:002008-05-10T12:00:00.861-04:00Cat Baths<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/SB_G2EZwZeI/AAAAAAAAADM/HlDLzlWwzlg/s1600-h/IMG_4531.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/SB_G2EZwZeI/AAAAAAAAADM/HlDLzlWwzlg/s400/IMG_4531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197091127205848546" border="0" /></a>When her feet get stinky<br />and wrinkle up your nose,<br />Sophie licks her paws<br />and bites between her toes.<br />That's how a cat takes a bath<br />as everybody knows.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">WeaverRose<br />Spring 2008<br /></div>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-26274783617163160352008-05-05T22:39:00.006-04:002008-05-07T20:13:54.193-04:00Waxing Poetic Over Cats<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/SB_F_UZwZdI/AAAAAAAAADE/k9a7Vdqz8I8/s1600-h/Photo_041306_005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/SB_F_UZwZdI/AAAAAAAAADE/k9a7Vdqz8I8/s400/Photo_041306_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197090186608010706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Sophie & my toes.</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I wish I was a cat<br />but I really don't know how<br />to say all that I want to say<br />with just one word: meow.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">WeaverRose<br />Spring 2008<br /></div>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-87373815746097253942008-03-02T14:34:00.006-05:002008-03-03T21:51:32.649-05:00Flying<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/R8sFnxw1y_I/AAAAAAAAACk/jOZUohsslAA/s1600-h/IMG_4265.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/R8sFnxw1y_I/AAAAAAAAACk/jOZUohsslAA/s400/IMG_4265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173234777896373234" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Twirling on her butt on the hardwood floor<br />as her sister grips her hair and runs.<br />Quickly it happens, like water dancing,<br />and the hug that follows is just as fast.<br /><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">WeaverRose, March 2008</span></div>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-75562693553227591142008-01-23T17:04:00.000-05:002008-01-23T17:06:00.548-05:00Here's my new favorite website<a href="http://www.governmentisgood.com/index.php">Government is Good</a>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-19631021939754225962008-01-21T12:38:00.000-05:002008-01-21T12:42:55.800-05:00Why Act To Prevent Climate Change?It's a good question. Here's one answer.<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bDsIFspVzfI&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bDsIFspVzfI&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-46029572874278085612007-06-01T09:17:00.000-04:002007-06-01T10:36:03.012-04:00Friday Cat Blogging - Where I'd like to be right now<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/RmAuwhbAS3I/AAAAAAAAABA/IkigEoJuF4c/s1600-h/Sophie+on+pillow.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/RmAuwhbAS3I/AAAAAAAAABA/IkigEoJuF4c/s400/Sophie+on+pillow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071104591559412594" border="0" /></a><br />Hi Eden<br />This is a picture of Sophie sleeping on my pillow. She likes to sleep with me in the winter when it's cold. Petie likes to sleep on Jim's legs.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/RmAeZRbAS2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Dtk4u_K6WRQ/s1600-h/PeteOnLegs.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/RmAeZRbAS2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Dtk4u_K6WRQ/s400/PeteOnLegs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071086599941409634" border="0" /></a>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-74108220453852934262007-05-12T21:43:00.000-04:002007-05-12T22:14:58.494-04:00PerfectionWhat is perfection and<br /> how is it attained?<br /><br />I used to know this.<br />I knew the policies,<br /> and the guidelines.<br />I knew the rules and regulations.<br />I knew the black of it,<br /> and the white of it.<br />I knew all of the do's<br /> and all of the don'ts.<br /><br />But I've lost my certainty.<br /><br />Now, when I look into the mirror<br /> or look into your eyes<br /> and see that I would change nothing,<br />That is perfection.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">For Mom on Mother's Day<br />WeaverRose<br />May 2007<br /></div>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-90244875231296020332007-04-27T14:29:00.000-04:002007-04-27T14:41:00.324-04:00Friday Cat Blogging - A Bridge Called My Legs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/RjJDG0mg7pI/AAAAAAAAAAo/r02cGgVSSX4/s1600-h/IMG_1976.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/RjJDG0mg7pI/AAAAAAAAAAo/r02cGgVSSX4/s400/IMG_1976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058179115968949906" border="0" /></a><br />Petie and my DH.WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-24464530832766092762007-02-22T08:00:00.000-05:002007-02-22T17:07:03.983-05:00Friday Cat Blogging - the Don't Bother Me Edition<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/Rd4TtUbUKmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/X2h7Og2Qh2M/s1600-h/DontBotherMe.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/Rd4TtUbUKmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/X2h7Og2Qh2M/s400/DontBotherMe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034483102745111138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_alxXqaLrHdA/Rd4SnEbUKlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HXyg1EdKvL4/s1600-h/DontBotherMe.JPG"><br /></a>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-57691519389743692772007-02-21T09:57:00.000-05:002007-05-13T00:24:10.372-04:00PartingI've heard that everything happens for a reason,<br />That it's time to get on with my life.<br />I'm supposed to fight it,<br />Not let it beat me.<br /><br />But there is no enemy here.<br />No foe to conquer<br />Nor victory to be won.<br />There is only me<br />Enduring loss.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">WeaverRose<br />February 2007<br /><br /></div>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-7532003967650643812007-02-03T14:32:00.000-05:002007-02-03T15:29:23.426-05:00WinterWhat can I say about winter that a thousand poets<br /> haven't said before?<br />Shall I mention the bitterly cold air?<br />The snow that muffles sound?<br />The branches of trees stark against the colorless sky?<br />My bed warmed by my beloved and a cat?<br />What can I say about winter that a thousand poets<br /> haven't said before?<br />That I love my life this winter day.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">WeaverRose<br />February 2007<br /></div>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-72210750638741302572007-01-31T11:29:00.000-05:002007-02-21T16:08:06.023-05:00Discussing The RelationshipWe're working too long, she said.<br />We don't have enough time together, she said.<br />There's precious little joy around here these days, she said.<br />Now I know that it's half my fault and half yours, she said.<br />But I'm mad at you for your half.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Weaver Rose<br />January 2007<br /><br /></div>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-1170081753046199742007-01-29T09:42:00.001-05:002008-10-10T16:13:27.266-04:00Baptism<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8051/1151/1600/527292/Baptism.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8051/1151/320/544391/Baptism.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The Church welcomes you little one,<br />With your small head bobbing,<br />Your eyes lighting on this, then that.<br />The Priest intones the words of the ritual,<br />Pouring holy water,<br />Calling a baby to faith and obedience.<br /><br />But as she rests on her mother’s shoulder<br />Listening to her voice<br />And gazes at her father’s face<br />Listening to his voice<br />She takes the offered hand<br />And draws them into her life.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">WeaverRose<br />January 2007<br /></div>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-1170081724258484312007-01-29T09:41:00.001-05:002007-01-29T09:44:02.690-05:00Aunt Virginia's Carrot CakeCombine in a large bowl<br /><br />Sugar and flour<br />Baking powder to lift it up<br />Exotic cinnamon<br />Savory salt<br />Earthy carrots<br />Shining oil<br />Toothsome walnuts<br />Candied fruit and<br />Eggs, complete in themselves.<br /><br />Bake a long, long time<br />first fast<br />then slow.<br /><br />Then share this sustaining cake all around,<br /><br />As hearty and rich and sweet<br />as the embrace of the absent baker.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">WeaverRose<br />January 2007</div>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-1170081690819153032007-01-29T09:41:00.000-05:002007-02-01T15:29:07.772-05:00Fall in Michigan (haiku)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8051/1151/1600/leaves5.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8051/1151/320/leaves5.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8051/1151/1600/leaves3.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8051/1151/320/leaves3.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The summer sun fades<br />And chlorophyll disappears<br />True colors emerge<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">WeaverRose<br />October 2006<br /></div>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-1170081654855105452007-01-29T09:40:00.000-05:002007-01-29T09:44:43.286-05:00Toothpaste<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8051/1151/1600/toothpaste.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8051/1151/320/toothpaste.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This weekend I noticed I will soon need a new tube of toothpaste. I considered using my DH's until the next shopping trip. This is why that is impossible.WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13203611.post-1170081622968051852007-01-29T09:38:00.002-05:002008-10-10T16:17:58.297-04:00Friday Cat Blogging (with poetry)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8051/1151/1600/Sophie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8051/1151/320/Sophie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sophie</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Saturday Morning</span><br /><br />I lie down with book in hand<br />Ready to wander unknown worlds.<br />Sophie joins me<br />Nestled between my breasts,<br />Cheek resting against my cheek,<br />Whiskers tickling.<br />Breathing.<br />Purring.<br />Tilting her head to expose the perfect place to scratch.<br />Body curled around the hand that caresses her belly.<br />It is impossible to read<br />but she is unconcerned.<br />It would never occur to her<br />to do other than that<br />which is cat<br />to do.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"> WeaverRose<br />October 2006</div>WeaverRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985308616684897841noreply@blogger.com0