General Fiction posted December 17, 2010 |
A kitten and I play
Snow In Summer
by Realist101
The flakes seem magical, falling onto Smudge and me.
We have this place to ourselves, this tiny kitten and I. His antics entrance me as he climbs and runs to and fro between the trunk of the shrub and my lap. The sun filters through the leaves, so soft and warm. I lean back, my eyes closed and soak up the pure joy of this moment in time.
My little feline warrior attacks me and I tickle his tummy while he bats my hand in mock battle. Hidden from the world,I have to laugh in wonder at his bright eyes and joy for life, here, in our secret garden.
Soon though, he tires and falls sound asleep in my arms, his rumbling purr telling me he feels safe and loved. And the snow falls in summer ... here on Smudge and me, down in the garden under the Snowball tree.
The flakes seem magical, falling onto Smudge and me.
We have this place to ourselves, this tiny kitten and I. His antics entrance me as he climbs and runs to and fro between the trunk of the shrub and my lap. The sun filters through the leaves, so soft and warm. I lean back, my eyes closed and soak up the pure joy of this moment in time.
My little feline warrior attacks me and I tickle his tummy while he bats my hand in mock battle. Hidden from the world,I have to laugh in wonder at his bright eyes and joy for life, here, in our secret garden.
Soon though, he tires and falls sound asleep in my arms, his rumbling purr telling me he feels safe and loved. And the snow falls in summer ... here on Smudge and me, down in the garden under the Snowball tree.
We have this place to ourselves, this tiny kitten and I. His antics entrance me as he climbs and runs to and fro between the trunk of the shrub and my lap. The sun filters through the leaves, so soft and warm. I lean back, my eyes closed and soak up the pure joy of this moment in time.
My little feline warrior attacks me and I tickle his tummy while he bats my hand in mock battle. Hidden from the world,I have to laugh in wonder at his bright eyes and joy for life, here, in our secret garden.
Soon though, he tires and falls sound asleep in my arms, his rumbling purr telling me he feels safe and loved. And the snow falls in summer ... here on Smudge and me, down in the garden under the Snowball tree.
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I have had kittens off and on all my life, and playing with them in my mom's flower garden was the best. Snowball bushes do have tiny petals like miniature snowflakes. Thank you for reading this and to leslavonne/FanArt, for this cute pix. This is in memory of my mom, who would have been 89 years old today.
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