Thanks go Daniel for this inspiring picture of Cecily, The Cowardly Cat :) This morning started off with lovely coffee at Doubleshot Coffee Company, and chatting/drawing/reading/writing. Purrr-fect! :) Follow that up with a oh-so-brief day at work and lunch at Tei Kei's (sesame chicken), a visit to home depot for some plastic window insulation (which is where the day hit a slight rough patch), and the promise of a nice relaxing evening = a very satisfactory day. Anyway, here is Cecily's poem:
Cecily Cat has a problem with heights:
She crawls on the ceiling both morning and night.
The coming-down scares her, she hates the foul ground,
For it's there that the lice and the rodents abound.
And Cecily's nothing if not cowardly,
So, despite disconvenience and difficulty,
She sharpened her claws so they'd help her to cling
To even the slickest of upside-down things.
And up from her perch she can crane her white neck,
And mock all the beasts that have made her a wreck
By scaring her back when she lived down below
By pretending to threaten to nibble her toes.
"So, who's clever now?!" she exclaims from her height,
But nobody hears her, not even a mite--
For all of her fears are made up in her head:
There are no pests near here, not living nor dead.
She's merely heard stories or mice, rats, and stuff--
But she is a coward, so that is enough.
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