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MISS PEACH'S COZY COTTAGE
Remember...only in our tomorrows will we realize what we had in our yesterdays.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Once again we are so sad to learn of a dear fur friends trip to the rainbow bridge. So young with so much to still accomplish, Yuu~Chan leaves a big whole in the heart of his beloveds...they have been so sad over the loss of Sen~Chan last year. Sweet little red cats are greeting each other in the heavyside layers...
~THE HEAVYSIDE LAYER~
Sweet and softly little cat, how I wonder where your at.
Up above the stars so bright, like an Angel in the night.
Sweet and softly little cat, I'm so comforted knowing that.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
I love you little gray kitten said the woodland creature....
Do not cry kitty cat said the rainbow fish, I will be your friend...
We wish all of you a wonderful Sunday...all is well at the cozy cottage except my mommy can't stop making collages...I have to scream for my supper each evening and I am getting tired of that....my meower is wearing out! Sometimes I wish her computer would break down...but that is a stupid idea because then I could not blog either! Oh well, I guess I better go and take a nap.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Gentle eyes that see so much,
paws that have the quiet touch,
Purrs to signal "all is well"
and show more love than words could tell.
Graceful movements touched with pride,
a calming presence by our side --
A friendship that takes time to grow --
Small wonder why we love them so.
~ Author Unknown ~
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Help I am being held hostage!!!
The autumn wind's a pirate,
Blustering in from sea;
With a rollicking song, he sweeps along,
His skin is weather-beaten;
He wears a yellow sash,
With a handkerchief red about his head.
And a bristling black mustache.
He laughs as he storms the country,
A loud laugh and a bold;
And the trees all quake and shiver and shake,
As he robs them of their gold.
The autumn wind's a pirate,
Pillaging just for fun;
He'll snatch your hat as quick as that,
And laugh to see you run!
Mary Jane Carr
Friday, September 17, 2010
Someone special is coming to spend the night with us...my very best friend Cole. We will play cards and eat pizza and cuddle! We wish all of you a wonderful weekend from the cozy cottage!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Our mood was tender....Our hearts still melancholy...We purrr that your days will be filled with love in someones lap...warm and cozy.
Monday, September 13, 2010
This is Scrappy Cat...Hunny Bunny's mortal enemy. Scrappy first came to the cozy cottage garden last summer with her two black kittens in tow. She was just skin and bones. Now she is well fed and looking beautiful...but she is mean as a snake to Bunny and I have to chaperon any visits when they encounter each other. Girl cats have hissy fits!
At the end of the garden, Annabel got a surprise,
when through the hedge she saw two bright green eyes.
As she walked slowly closer, she crouched down to see
a small fluffy cat, as black as could be.
She held out her hand, and said "hello,"
but the cat just hissed and crouched down low.
Annabel thought, "What a silly cat,
Grandma's Buttons doesn't behave like that."
Buttons was fat, with shiny ginger fur,
Who would rub your face and gently purr.
He played with toys and climbed the tree
and fell asleep sat on your knee.
Not like this cat with his eyes opened wide,
he quickly ran away to hide.
"What a silly cat to act that way,"
but he came back the very next day!
Annabel was lost for words
as he ate the bread put out for the birds!
Underneath the fluffy fur, she saw he was thin
and watched him rummaging through the bin.
He came back every night and day,
to try and find food they had thrown away.
He started to eat it, it can't have been tasty,
Annabel thought she may have been hasty.
He wasn't unfriendly or being bad,
his face looked frightened and very sad.
If no one else had ever cared,
he probably was very scared.
Annabel spied on him, as off he sped
and spent the night underneath the shed.
Alone, hungry and with no name,
Annabel thought it was such a shame.
So she told her Mum and they looked out,
for when the black cat was round and about.
They would take out food every day,
sometimes he'd hiss and run away.
When he did they did not mind,
they knew he wasn't used to people being kind.
Dad put a catflap in the door of the shed,
Mum got an old blanket and made a cosy bed.
They called him Midnight and he soon understood,
that his life in their garden could be good.
Plenty of food and a warm place at night,
and if he didn't want to be stroked, that was alright.
Poor Midnight had been a lonely stray,
but now he had a place to stay.
He may not want to be cuddled, or sit in the house,
but he liked to play with a new toy mouse.
He put on weight, his coat glistened
and when Annabel spoke, he sat and listened.
She knew he was thankful for all she had done,
a special new friendship had begun.
By: Rebecca Hobbs