The adversary was invisible and I kept ingnoring his presents. Like the MEAN germ he happens to be he shuck up behind me and laid me flat. I have a very strong stomach but he was having non of that so alas he pop my bubble.
At least last night the covers did not hurt and I could curl up without pillows to cushion my forlegs and hind quarters. But Kitty Justice is still as weak as any little new born kitten.
At five this morning, I finally made it to the kitchen and ate some jello that Mimi had made me and that stayed down so I perked some coffee. I fixed me a cup and pulled a chair up beside the kitchen doors to watch one of my favorite things, the sunrise.
The coffee was bitter but I sipped it slowly and watched the reds outline the blue hills in the background. Up above was a dark purple cloud with different shades of orange underneath. I sat and used my imaginary brush to paint my make believe canvas. I could reach into my paint box and grab each color that the Master was showing me this morning and if it was not there in true form, I would mix the colors to get the correct shade to continue my painting.
As the deep reds turned to orange and yellow, I noticed that the clouds to the left on the horizon looked like some of the mountain tops in Marcel's pictures. Ah, an illusion of nature. The meadow looked like dirty snow and when it got lighter I saw we had had a hard frost. The large walnuts and oak trees took on darken images againist the lighten sky. A squirrel skired down the large oak and the birds began to arrive to entertain us while they fill their stomachs.
Then it happen the sun came out in full force but where I sat it was like a bright giant eye in the forks of the big oak. I looked to the left and the clouds had disappeared into fleathery wings of a butterfly.
The kitty justice is who says you cannot paint without a brush.