My cat, Anderson, has such a hard life!
Cats Sleep Anywhere
Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open draw, empty shoe, anybody's lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don't care! Cats sleep anywhere.
Eleanor Farjeon (1881 - 1965)
2 comments:
HA! That's so true. Love the picture and the poem. :D
Cats, they do whatever they want to, don't they? That is why I love them so. Anderson looks like my Miss Marple.
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