Saturday, May 13, 2006

Claudie listens to a story at nap time



When he got to heaven, it was a large field. There were a lot of little pink things running around that he thought at first were mice. Then he saw God sitting in a tree. Angels were flying here and there with their fluttering white wings; they were making sounds like doves. Every once in a while God would reach out with its large furry paw and snatch one of them out of the air and crunch it up. The ground under the tree was littered with bitten-off angel wings.

--Margaret Atwood, "Our Cat Enters Heaven"

The 112th Carnival of the Cats will be at Watermark Sunday evening

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