Six years ago today, Little Black Sam the Cat popped out of a leaf pile in Ethel's front yard, ran over to me and jumped up into my arms. It's been a treat ever since...
"I think I'll dress up as a
very, very, very hairy cat this year...
oh wait."
"Is it over yet?
What's all this about black cats?"
Catch a falling cat...
ReplyDeleteAnd put it in your pocket..
Never let it fade away..
Save it for a rainy day.