Sunday Morning Talk Show ~ and no, I'm not talking about all the ones on TV. And there are so many. They're on the regular networks and all the cable channels ~ but me and mine Mommy figured out that with "whatever" the news of the week was (and last week it was purrty bad) ~ all the shows will be saying the same thing! She used to flip, flip, flip from one to another to another. No more.
Now the Sunday Morning Talk Show is her talking to me! Meow she says. Meow I say. It's much more fun. Wouldn't you agree? Sanity reigns. Let the sunshine in! I sit up here atop my polka dot chair, I turn into a bobblehead kitty and watch her do this (like put away last nights clean dishes) and watch her do that (like make the bed) and each time she walks by she pets me and we kiss-bump our noses and say "meow". Meow means I love you. It's our very own purrsonal Sunday Morning Talk Show.
Gotta go now, we got some talking to do ... meow!
Happy is: getting a bit of fresh air, I so enjoy that here at my window
Happy is: remembering even on a cloudy day the sun still shines somewhere
Happy is: the church bells will ring again on the next hour, just listen
