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Posts tagged ‘Cat’

When ready for a nap…anyplace will do.

Free Cat Stock Photo

Photo:  elene karenashvill



orange long fur cat on black textile



Free Animal White Tiger photo and picture


Free Cat Pet photo and picture

Photo: Pixabay



white and black cat with red ribbonPhoto:  Hannah Reding


Now what?

white, brown, and black cat on brown wooden table

Photo:  Tomas Tuma

Cat, or stuffed animal? LOL Such a fuzzy baby. Adorable.

a black and white cat standing on its hind legs

Photo:  Preillumination SeTh

Perfect bookstore…books and cats…it doesn’t get better than that.

Free stock photo of architecture, book, book bindings Stock Photo

Photo:  Ricardo Oliveria

Sweet kitty…

Free Brown Tabby Cat on White Textile Stock Photo

Photo:  Roger Ce

CB…a short story

CB was zany, witty, silly and always fun.  She never settled down.  Never had a serious relationship, at least not on her side of things.  She would disappear for days, at a time, then show up and act as if she never left.  She said she had an apartment, or maybe a condo, someplace, but no one knew where.

She lived life full out, and never seemed to have a bad day.  Whatever she wore, became the latest fashion, and if she stopped wearing something, so did everyone else.  She said she loved Paris, and went there often.  Most people thought she had a lover there, but no one knew for sure.  She broke hearts, but always let her lovers know up front, that she was only interested in having a good time, not interested in love or commitment.

She was well educated, well traveled and pretty much well…everything.  Someone said there was a scent named after her.  One of her ex-lovers couldn’t stand to be without her, so he developed a perfume that reminded him or her.  Supposedly, it smelled like the beach on a sunny day.  No one knew what it was called, or if it was true.

Eventually, she moved on, without goodbyes.  One day she just disappeared from all of their lives.  At first everyone thought she’d just gone for a day or two, but eventually, they had to admit she had truly left them, empty and full of longing.

CB looked out of the window of her personal jet, as they were nearing Italy.  She had had a good time, the last few months, but she could never stay in one place too long.  The life of a Cat Burglar kept her on the move.  She leaned back and closed her eyes.  A smile played across her lips.  She loved her life.  Loved the danger, the fact that she had no roots.  She had done well for herself.  Her mother had taught her everything she needed to know and life had been very good to her.

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