Spot of sun

I listen to The Writer's Almanac every morning. I loved this poem today, sent it off to my cat loving niece & nephew, and then saw it perfectly illustrated here at Dog Corner. Raspberry, sun goddess in her glory. It would be so nice if I could see Max in the other sun spot, but the poem explains it all...no going back.

The Cats
by Ann Iverson

To find such glory in a dehydrated pea
on the tile between the stove and fridge.

To toss the needs of others aside
when you simply aren't in the mood for affection.

To find yourselves so irresistible.

And always in a small spot of sun,
you sprawl and spread out the pleasure of yourselves

never fretting, never wanting to go back
to erase your few decisions.

To find yourself so remarkable
all the day long.

For the Record,
This day came in cold and sunny. I thought a hungry deer ate all the pansy blossoms from my little pot of spring on the back patio. I rescued it and there is actually one blossom left.

All hands healthy...well, kleenex by the boxful still needed.