At Last - etta james

At last
My love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song

At last
The skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I have looked at you

I found a dream, that I could speak to
A dream that i, can call my own
I found a thrill, to press my cheek to
A thrill that i, have never known

You smiled, you smiled
And then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
For you are mine at last

I found a dream
That I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill, to press my cheek to
A thrill that i, have never known

You smiled you smiled
And then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
For you are mine
At last...
At last...
At last...

also sang by:
ella fitzgerald, cindy lauper, celine dion, christina aguilera, kelly clarkson

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mommy cat

i am certified cat owner and cat lover! this is my house cat Yna. at 52 months, she has manufactured so many kittens - compute this: 3 pregnancies/year x average of 4 kittens/pregnancy x 4 years. her last crack was 2 days ago when she had 4 babies (this picture was taken while she was on labor). I half-expected she'd give me colorful kittens this time but then that would be going against the forces of nature because daddy cat - yes, i know the culprit! - is also dominantly white with one big black spot on the left side of his tummy. so...all the kitties are white with a patch of black on their heads.

poor mommy cat now sleeps with her babies who'd mercilessly squeeze her swollen breasts with their sharp tiny claws while sucking and biting her nipples for dear kitty milk. cute little suckers! here's more - poor mommy cat can't get a wink of rest 'coz she did nothing but keep an eye on her overfed sleeping kitties, the slightest baby meow guaranteed to set her on full alert. OA! :-)

i'm thinking of getting her spayed soon (i know, i should have done this long ago) 'coz i don't want to see her go through the same ordeal over again.

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Your Feet

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard funny feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your strong weight
rises upon them.

Your big tummy and your chest,
the doubled purple of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your black hair, your big ears...
...my big tower.

But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.


apologies to Pablo Neruda for my edits
click on his name to view original poem

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