WOOLY, MY WOOLY
Wooly, my baby; Wooly my heart,
you fill up my mind, and fill in my Art.
To see is love, to hear is to purr,
And it’s good for me to stroke your blue fur.
And now I see you’ve caused enough trouble
to sleep where you dropped right here on Red Bubble!
(If you get one, upgrade the battery right away, and use the old one for a spare.)
Wooly is a rescue baby- and he’s the live-wire in the house: He pats the other cats on their bums as they walk past, bites his girlfriend Molly’s neck, shows off for our friends… I picked him up thinking he was a little grey-flocked fuzzy “kitty bank”. He woke up instantly and began crying with his first waking breath.
He was hungry and thirsty. A later converstation with the woman who had offered him and and his brother at the yardsale where I found him was,
“>shrug< They’re prob’ly dead now. They ain’t bothered me for awhile.”
How I wish I’d taken Wooly’s brother as well!
Wooly’s about 3 years old at this “photo session”. and he had cause enough trouble to fall asleep where he dropped! On the best chair, of course!
Wouldn’t you love a “REST & GET WELL” card with little Wooly to illustrate how to rest properly?