I found this little cutie silently watching me and Erin as we walked by yesterday. He was severely cross-eyed, which apparently used to be fairly common in the breed and sought after as it was believed the poor vision made the cat more dependent and sociable toward its human masters. When I tried to take a photo of him he hid his eyes. It reminded me of Neil Gaiman’s Sandman issue in which the wandering cat tries to convince a thousand other felines to dream the same dream on the same night and make themselves the masters of the world again. Don’t worry–it’ll never happen.
A few months ago I bought BURY MY CLOTHES, a book of poetry by Roger Bonair-Agard published by Haymarket Books. I finally started reading it and every few pages it floors me. If you want to find your love of poetry again or are simply looking for the next poetry book to read, check it out. You won’t be disappointed: