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.
Nappin is better than poetry. Nappin is better than most things. *giggles*
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Hur hur funny Toro.
ReplyDeleteOMG! 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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