Hi (Furry)furriends😻
…Granny…
why can’t I come up
on the ironing board…
…you know…
when we do it together
it will go faster…
it was fast enough
Faye…
…besides…
you could burn your paws
on the hot iron…
Granny was more than
T H A N K F U L
that we helped her
in our way…
…see…
we got our brekkies
right after the work was done…
and Grandpaw brought us
new cat grass
because with the colder weather
it just hangs down there…
…sorry no picture of it
but you can trust us that it’s here…
now let’s finish our dish
in mirror image…
…wait…
talking about mirrors…
we have to do our poem
for our furriends
Angel Sammy and Teddy…
on this picture…
“I still see what I want to see
the younger version of me
reflects my illusion
and my fantasy
she’s still hidden
deep down in me
and comes out
when I need her to be
we never grow old
that’s what I see
the reflection of my soul
and a little wishful thinking
deep down in me.”
We also are
T H A N K F U L
for a wonderful sign
of our beloved bro
angel Stippie…
…see…
Little Faye put her toy
in his bowl…
something she had never done
before…
but which he always did…
and me too😹
…see…
I like that Granny…
maybe I do it more often
now I know that it makes you happy…
it doesn’t work that way
Little Faye…
we know when it’s a sign
and when it’s not…
but if you like to do it more often
be my guest
…MOL…
😸Have a Happy Thursday my furriends😸
🙏Stay Safe Healthy and Yourselfie🙏
– D o u b l e P A W K I S S E S –
🐾😽💞
E N J O Y ! !
Angelswhisper2011 
Jan 30, 2026 @ 14:20:05
I enjoyed your poetry more than I can express here. I discussed the picture with One Spoiled Cat regarding how I felt about that picture. It really touched me when I saw it and brought many thoughts.
Jan 30, 2026 @ 13:47:32
Ironin’, that’s one thing I rarely see Lynn do. I never git to help her, mol.
Jan 30, 2026 @ 13:46:08
Ironing, now that’s a chore Lynn does not like and I never see her do it often, mol.
Jan 30, 2026 @ 12:11:16
that is true irony with that board LOL
Jan 30, 2026 @ 11:06:26
As always, precious photos and a really touching poem – aging is an option for our “thinking” but not an option for our bodies….however, I have always believed that we are as we want to be in our imaginations. I see a long life lived with a smile when I look in my mirror. Love the sweet sign from Angel Stippie. Our Angels are always there – quietly – softly but there.
Big WARM hugs, Pam and Teddy