Friday, June 15, 2007
we all come and go alone
This poor bee has been on the floor for sometime now. Days in fact. I kept on thinking I should get rid of it but then never getting around to it. Plus I didn't have the heart. This was Flower's (my cat) prey. She isn't big on hunting - actually I think this is the only thing she's ever caught. Well, with a name like Flower she was never going to be much of a hunter, was she? She doesn't see the point anyway not when she employs somebody (me) to wait on her hand and foot.