I sit and watch the fluffy flakes
descend this Easter morn.
My cat peers in and loudly states
his distaste of this dawn.
I let him in and brush his fur
with bare hand now quite dank.
His pleasure shows with a loud purr
but, “Phew!” this cat has stank!
Here’s a snapshot of our not-quite-feral cat during the previous snow:
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