Sunday, June 25, 2006

Burning the Midnight Oil


Toro was trying to help me with work on Sunday night to prepare for tomorrow. The sweet thing fell asleep in the middle of it. :) Poetry may be good for the soul but not the head. It makes him and me sleepy. One of the ppoems we read began " Cats sleep fat but walk thin". Toro agreed wholeheartedly when I read it aloud to him. Then he promptly fell asleep. ZZzzzzZZZ.

3 comments:

  1. Nappin is better than poetry. Nappin is better than most things. *giggles*
    ~~ Boni

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  2. Hur hur funny Toro.

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  3. OMG! That's my favoritest poem efur, by Rosealie Moore. "Catalog". "He pulls in his tail to go under brides; and himself to go under fences."

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