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Sitting by the black cat,
staring into space,
straight and statue like,
that look on his face.
Looking all innocent,
quiet and still.
Never moved a muscle,
while I looked at him.
Then down on the ground
like a flash.
Tiny shards of pottery
fallen with a crash!
Butter wouldn’t melt,
no sign of remorse,
going to be a statue.
Somewhere else?
Of course!
What’s going on? My cat turns to stone when he sits in the bathroom. He stares out of the window. I think he sees the movement of the birds feeding out of the frosted glass.
He is fascinated by the sound of them landing on the bathroom roof. They sound like they are tap dancing across the roof.
If I wanted another stationary photo of him I would have to take photos on the bathroom. That is where he is at his quietest unless he is sleeping but then you don’t see his beautiful eyes.
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Mallaband-Brown