My Places

There are some things in life that are most important. My places is one of them. Admittedly, I do have rather a few places and some of these are just fleeting moments of safety like this one when I was playing hide and seek with Ma and Pa. I thought it was a wonderful place to hide and I bet you can’t see me!

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I also own the farmland opposite and I enjoy sitting on this plonk of concrete contemplating life while I oversee the crops. Ma and Pa can’t find me here either but I can see them.

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When the clouds are low in the sky I like to get up high. I want to reach up and see the sun. Sadly, nowhere is quite high enough to get past the clouds. At least I get a good vantage point from here though. And sometimes a bird even flies in the sky just behind me without me noticing (note to self: I need rear view mirrors).

Sometimes I create havoc where ever I go. Pa tells Ma I’m in psycho-mode.  I just want them to play with me because… well, it’s fun. And I love my playing tower that I can get into and play.

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And these, at the moment, are some of my favourite places. They are places I go to feel secure, to play or to contemplate. After all, life at times is stressful (watching over my territory and the neighbourhood cats is time consuming) and this is ME time. Time for mindfulness.

 

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4 thoughts on “My Places”

    1. There’s a fence in the garden behind and I jump up from there. Ma had kittens the first time she saw me do it. She’s used it now. Trouble is Auntie C saw me jump up there and reach the peak and her Jo decided to try and follow. Auntie C had kittens that day too. I think she told Joe I was bad association after that!

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