Usually I am recalling that snippet of Bob Dylan lyric when I wake in Brooklyn, sweaty, lonely, up too early to care for the non-existent needs of my insistent kitten who sometimes pees on the bed but usually doesn’t. Here, I am in a courtyard, outside, under gentle tree-shade from the expansive blue sky, open, embracing another desert day. The breeze is cool, there is coffee and there are crossword puzzles. Mountains surround, they are craggy and appear as the edges of torn paper, sprouting more green with each afternoon’s slate-grey thunderstorm.
This all gives way to exceedingly pleasant mornings.
Here are some cats I’ve found for you.
from Boys With Beards With Cats
from Tender Morsels
from Cute Overload
from The Kitten Covers
