Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
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I love how they all have different markings.
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such a serene scene...aaah.
ReplyDeleteI love this picture. It's got such a substantial softness to it. Definitely the most beautiful moment I've seen all day.
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Morning gathering what a apt and cute title!!! We used to have a cat but I was just too anal to keep the house clean with a new born and cat so I had to give him to my cousin who was actually in search of a cat so it all worked out perfectly!
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