Thursday, September 4, 2014

A Sound of Lapping...

When it is evening, when it is dark outside and my windows and front door are open, I hear the squeaking of bitty bats.

Hearing a sound the other night unfamiliar to my ears, I switched on the porch light and my eyes were met by the startled gaze of a striped cat who'd been partaking of the bird-flavored water in my little terracotta birdbath.  

-illustration:  Kittens and Cats; a Book of Tales (1911), Eulalie Osgood Grover

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