Daisy asked a very interesting question in my post on "Things are Afusing." She was wondering where time goes when it flies by. We know we have places we go.......the litterbox, the food bowl, the sleeping places, the hidey holes, some of us go in the Out, or up on the counters (which gets the NO word in our house.) Patches gets to go out on the upper deck. But there is not one furrless one, or kitty or woofy, for that matter, that can tell me where time goes. I know there is an hour that hides in the clocky. I think, prolly, time is up in the trees, with the birdies, that's what I think.
Sue would like to thank all of you for your kind comments on the loss of English Daisy.
Calico Mom Toni