Feline Friday: Stealth Cat Poetry

Back when we had carpet the cats were like little, furry ninjas. Since the installation of the laminate, not so much!

Silence.

I am silence.

I creep unseen through the house whether in the bright of day or the dark of night.

I am the draft of air that makes you look.

I am the shadow in the corner of your eye.

I am the Blot.

“Hi Inky, time for bed!”

Sigh.

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