‘Tis the last rose of Summer left blooming alone,
All her lovely companions are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes, or give sigh for sigh.
Thomas Moore.

Photo of cats, travel, flowers
‘Tis the last rose of Summer left blooming alone,
All her lovely companions are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes, or give sigh for sigh.
Thomas Moore.
Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.
Punch: 1906
All good things come to those who wait. (Proverb)
And, yes, in case you’re wondering, after patiently waiting for about an hour,
Molly had mouse au bleu for supper that night.
Photo: (c) Marie Trudinger, 2018
Courage is being scared to death,
but saddling up anyway.
John Wayne.
Photo: Unknown.
There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast.
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