Aww she sounds like she has everything under control. Nice;))

I love this tribute to the Calico Queen–her confidence, elegance, and sly playfulness leap off the page! She reminds me so much of my tuxedo cat with her gorgeous green eyes — my cat is such a girly girl tho, she leaves the hunting to her big brother, she doesn’t want to get dirty lol. But she rules the house with just as much grace and charm.

I have a male orange tabby who has the mentality of a dog. I’ve had cats all my life, at times, multiples. I love adopting when I can, even the older ones that have a tendency to be overlooked. I don’t believe a house is a home without one – a dog or a cat, or whatever you choose. They all need love, and it seems to me your calico queen has taken over the residence, quite nicely!

Thanks for the nice comment, Kelly. 🙂

Beautifully penned, Tim. Cats are spectacular companions. Mine passed away a few summers back, a year apart. They lived to the age of 20 & 21 respectively. They seen me at my worst and my best. Appreciate you.

Damian

Rob, your poem drifts like a half-remembered dream, tender and yearning. Each day carries longing, memory, and desire. The way you reach for someone across nights and cities is heartbreakingly beautiful. Even sleeplessness feels like a lover in your words.

Beautifully done

I love this!
Everything single line

This is spot on. Your passion about art is as vivid as one could reveal. Your a true artist Paulo.

If Art was a dude, we’d be kicking his ass for taking up so much of our time!
yet, it’s a drug, and we are addicted.
You summed it up brilliantly. Well writ.

Art hurts, art is a nail in a guilty as hell criminal’s hand.

Eternally caught red-handed.

Powerfully penned, PAR. Excellent write my friend, you always bring the thunder. Appreciate you.

Damian