[uncleshag]

Good Mornin' oh po'tress in the Dancing Shoes!

Good Morning Lair!

Nice and crisp this morning! The Glorious South looking
great with a heavy frosting on the freshly cut fields.
The crunch-crunch-crunch of ice risers in the moist red
clay alert 40 cats to my footsteps and they spy the big pot
of cold leftover grits and Meow Mix.

Suddenly, I am loved.

[Soaring Feather]

LOL!!

Good morning, you romancer! Do you have some more wonderful poems for the Lair, mayhaps some tunes, too??

Forty cats can give a lot of love or grief whichever way you look at it!

You and radu!