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Wednesday 11/3 Blog Links

 

Upcoming Events – Blog For Peace – TOMORROW!

Hello to my cat blogging friends!

It’s peace blogging time again. I’m wondering if you would post an announcement at the Cat Blogosphere again this year? There are info links at the top of both blogs and an announcement post as well (http://blog4peace.com/). Our theme this year is “Courageous Peace in a Time of Great Change.” I appreciate all the cat peace bloggers so much. As I’ve said many times, they are a force to be reckoned with! Please let me know if you have any questions. Thank you, Mimi

Blog Hops

If you’d like to participate in a Blog Hop today, all you need to do is click on the graphic above you’d like to participate in and it will take you directly to the blog. This is another way to be active in the cat blogging community.

Cat Blogging Daily Links

Thanks for stopping by today, we’re glad you’re here. Please leave your link to your blog post below and hop around and visit lots of others!


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  1. THAT YOUNG BLACK CAT NEEDED SOMETHING (a mostly true story) … ‘If only I had something new,’ / she thought, ‘something adventurous / to do, like when the fields grew tall, fields from which wild fowl fed and flew’; / she, feline feisty and precious, / needed something or to climb the wall. // She walked over to the window pane / and looked out to the neighboring homes / to where she hoped to find something / —something new, beyond the back lane, / rocky road, where she’d often roam, / to where her eyes would be wandering. // And when her attention was caught / by the towering shingled roof / sheltering the large corner store, / she at once decided she ought / to climb to its black peak as proof / of her worth to those who did her adore. // Through the yards one by one she went, / glancing around this and that corner, / over then under fences tall / till she stood at the wall she’d meant / to conquer, as a foreigner, / without any fear that she’d fall. // She looked to the two garbage cans / leaning against the wooden shed, / right next to the store that was so pink; / up she jumped, her feet and hands / reached the top by but a thread, / of no better place could she think. // Having achieved her noteworthy climb, / she gazed over to the swaying trees, / unaware that her hostess stood near; / at the bus stop, as passed the time, / the woman looked up, into the breeze, / and saw her black pet cat who knew no fear. // Thus the feline had done something new / and not seeing her hostess’s stare, / she returned home fulfilled and content, / for from this day excitement she drew / and she thought again she’d climb and dare / those high places worthy of her scent.

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