It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
by Carl Sandburg
A fluffy gray cat with a small streak of ferocity lives at my Uncle and Aunt's home where we are currently staying.
Ellie adores him and constantly begs to go see the "kitty." Gently she strokes him, saying "nice, nice!"
We try to explain to an 18 month old the neccessity of being careful around the kitty, but our attempts are futile. "Go see kitty? Go see nice?"
