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Caressing the cat is such a bliss after two months all alone. He purrs and pushes the hand with his forehead and his back, lifting the tail up, tilting its top down. I feel my body soften in his movements. Now it's easy to fall asleep again, with him curling to my feet, humming his lullabies.
I simply love this cat.
Nicely restored Gothic-esque Victorian on the west side of historic U.S.Highway 99 at the south end of Cottage Grove, Lane County, Oregon.
Kayla's RTHS senior portrait session in DeKalb, IL | Northern Illinois NIU Huskies Campus + Downtown DeKalb
My Mom just sent this. My Shepard Khat and a kitty I caught in the woods who tore my hands up so badly I named him Vicious. As you can see he quickly tamed down. Awww Mom thanks <3
He listens to the music of Life day by day, night by night. No need to keep the eyes opened, no need to hurry up, just listen to yourself and to the world around you - and you'll get all the necessary information. Do not worry. While eating the ants their little bodies crisp in the harmonious rythms and he drums with his paws in tune. Music is in every windflaw, in every beast's roar, and all these sounds fuse to one beautiful melody. What a great pleasure - listen to the music of Life!
No sewing machine or any other kind of machine was used while creation. Only hands, needles, threads, a lot of different materials and one bowl of "Acid From Ants" =)
"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
"It's so dreadful to be poor!" sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.
"I don't think it's fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all," added little Amy, with an injured sniff.
"We've got Father and Mother, and each other," said Beth contentedly from her corner.
The four young faces on which the firelight shone brightened at the cheerful words, but darkened again as Jo said sadly, "We haven't got Father, and shall not have him for a long time." She didn't say "perhaps never," but each silently added it, thinking of Father far away, where the fighting was.
L.M.Alcott " Little women"