Cat Talk

A Well Read Cat, Balanchine

First there was dust then

Cold cold cold.

Wind raging.

The men came and they cleaned the yard and they fixed the underground smells.

I hid inside today and found where She hid the biscuits.

She always points the new clicker box at us.

She says she can't get a good pic of Balanchine because he closes his eyes.

Balanchine likes to think.

He doesn't meet and greet people like me and Sylvio.

There are new things in the garden.