Life at the cottage is not like the poet Sandburg's "Fog."
The pitter patter of little cat feet here is more like a stampede.
These felines know how to create a racetrack through the house play hide and seek, scare each other
from behind the furniture.
They must have a wild time when I am out. When I come home I find pillows on the floor,
cat toys strewn all over the house, and two very innocent little faces.
It might behoove me to invest in one of those NEST cameras.
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