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**** You are my sweet pet. Rose, the fish cake of my eye, Come with me to Rome. 1/13/2022

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Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 1/17/2022 1:56:00 PM

An adorable photo to go with your sweet haiku Debra. Made me smile. I love cats. Ours is our main entertainment and she knows it and takes full advantage! Blessings xxoo

Debra L Brown
Date: 1/17/2022 3:10:00 PM

Your comment was enjoyable to read. Cats are a joy to behold and a great source of entertainment. I have a grandfur baby LOl Thank you for taking the time to leave a comment. Blessings Debra

Judy Ball

Date: 1/17/2022 4:24:00 AM

Oh Debra what a sweet picture. I have seen my cats lying together in sleep with their arms about each other. This is so precious. Love it. Another fave. God Bless, JB

Debra L Brown
Date: 1/17/2022 3:22:00 PM

Judy, thank you for taking the time to leave a comment. I'm honored that you chose this poem as one of your favorites. Once I had a cat who adored fish cakes. When I was preparing them, he would almost trip me. He would lie on the floor and rub the dish with his face when I gave him one. LOL He'd finally eat it after that. Debra, have a wonderful evening.

Valsa George

Date: 1/16/2022 12:36:00 AM

So sweet a haiku and so very cute an image. Love both, Debra!

Debra L Brown
Date: 1/16/2022 2:20:00 PM

Thanks Valsa, I glad you enjoyed thw poem. Blessings ~ Debra

Gershon Wolf

Date: 1/15/2022 8:21:00 PM

For me, this is simultaneously so sweet and so hilarious. Just love, it, Debra!

Debra L Brown
Date: 1/16/2022 2:38:00 PM

Awh! The sweet things cats say to one another behind closed doors . I once had a cat who would almost trip me when I was making fish cakes. I would give him one . Instead of eating it, he would lie on the floor and rub his face on the bowl. It was like an aphrodisiac. Then he would eat it. I so glad you found the humor in it. Blessings ~ Debra