I still live by the clock especially to wake up. My alarm goes off at 5 A.M. That purring in my ear and those cold noses in my face are impossible to ignore.
Pasha and Lilliput waiting for the clock to strike 5 AM.
When the flaming-orange tom was brought to the local animal shelter, he was messy. And he stank. That darn cat never took his eyes off me. They were not quite green and not quite yellow; they were round, and alert, and reflected light like precious stones set in orange gold. ‘Don’t even think about it,’ I told him. E-Book and Paperback available from Amazon.com http://www.amazon.com/Inge-H.-Borg/e/B006QYQKUS -- Also check other writings at: http://devilwinds.blogspot.com/