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
Friday, April 27, 2007
MAMA SOCCERBALL
Four little kittens, three tails and no mittens. LOL Today I was checking for eggs in the barn and found this surprise -- Soccerball has four babies. Three have tails and only one is tail-less like their Mama. Three are colored gray and white like Soccerball and one looks just like the old stray Tom we thought was gone. Well, maybe gone, but not forgotten now. I have been wondering what Soccerball has been trying to tell me the past few days and now I know. She was saying come look at my children. When I finally found them today, Soccerball watched me brag about them then she went off to have lunch, quite proud of the praise.
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aren't those the sweetest things!!!
ReplyDeleteI would have to have them by my side continuously!! I am SUCH a sucker for kittens!
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