Whose Cats
” I don’t like your cats,” Pomi announced the other day hiding behind a row of books. ” I know you don’t but there is nothing to be afraid of and no need… Continue reading
” I don’t like your cats,” Pomi announced the other day hiding behind a row of books. ” I know you don’t but there is nothing to be afraid of and no need… Continue reading
“What are you doing?” ” I’m looking for something.” ” What kind of something?” ” The ‘accidently-deleted-files’ kind of something.” ” Oops!” Pomi looks at me, half worried half amused. ” Any… Continue reading
Sitting in my garden and drinking coffee from a pink cup I was enjoying the waking of another beautiful spring day when Pomi’s little voice pulled me out of… Continue reading