poetry, ranting, spirituality, art—from a flaming, Earth-loving, tree-hugging, save-the-bees, believes-in-faeries, bike-riding, card-carrying, spiritual-but-not-religious, hippie cowgirl liberal poet therapist photographer—yep, we do exist
the one-eyed, feral, pirate cat
Why why WHY must this cat (Bella, the crazy, one-eyed, feral, pirate cat – watch out, she bites!), with the entire queen-size bed at her disposal all night, either sleep where my feet need to be or walk across my face all night? WHY?!?