the gifts of the day...

On that first day of July whose story hadn't been told yet, the palm tree stood tall and fresh looking in the humble backyard.

I examined the criss crosses of the leaves and was trying to make out patterns in my head.

Mr Puffy Pants had found a pigeon and was practicing hunting poses,

silently extending his furry body looking delicately ferocious, only from the back.

When Mr Sweet Pants came by to join the hunting game and wedged himself delicately between the wall and the cement squares I did not detect even an an iota of ferociousness. I did not let him know of this and only applauded him.

Ollie was back within short moments after he scared off the pigeon,

and then the two felt that it was time to go someplace else.

Up above I noticed a little itty bitty hummingbird,

and, then shortly after, the pigeon and the hummingbird.

This game could start over again.

Some days one must just be...no elaborate plans, no bright ideas, no nothing...only being in the company of lovely ones.

“Sometimes it's important to work for that pot of gold. But other times it's essential to take time off and to make sure that your most important decision in the day simply consists of choosing which color to slide down on the rainbow.” 

― Douglas Pagels

Cat boys sent you pawfuls of kisses....

Ciao everyone!