We live in a place where loud machines zoom over head and where the roads are dangerous.
We have trees and spaces outside.
places away from rain and wind where
the two legged kind to admire and love us.
She was sad and worried tonight.
We gathered around her. Our life is simple.
We like to have our biscuits in the morning times, the biscuits who live in a big box.
We eat we eat, we munch. Stanley and Balanchine go into the box to eat voluptuously.
Then, in early morning, the door is opened and we run outside into the weather.
If it is light, we run into light. If it rains, we live on the back verandah and sometimes in the laundry..
We have the roof to play upon.
(If it's windy, we argue sometimes. That Grace, she thinks she's better than us.)
We have a big yard too.
Some of us hide inside. Usually Lucibelle, Stanley and Baby.
She feels she has to clean our wee's and sometimes she gets cross.
We have to mark our places.
Then She gets smelly things which she says are cleaning things.
We fight this and she still feeds us and she cleans our trays.
We like to go inside when the sun goes down. We eat our food, sometimes from a tin.
Sometimes there is fish. Sometimes fresh chicken.
We like fresh food. It makes us growl like the tigers we are.
We sat on her lap tonight and purred.
