One Moo’s tracks stretch around the outside, around the outside. Around the outside of our home they stretch like yoga, bringing peace and tranquility to all things that she doesn’t view as prey.
There is a tasty same sounding ice cream involving peanut butter cups I savor, but these tracks are sweeter. My Moo’s tracks are a no-carb option that are easy on the waste line.
Unlike my favorite albums, these tracks have no sound, yet they’re music to my ears. I see her come and go, and (gasp) cross the street on her daily rounds. She’s on the front porch more often than not at dusk, no doubt she snuggles warming in her heated villa overnight, before emerging for breakfast.
A cat from the wrong side of the tracks is just so right.