A Resting Sphinx

Rhett, a little pouty. (Click picture for larger view)

"They take, brooding, the noble attitudes
Of sphinxes stretched in deepest solitudes
That look to slumber in an endless dream."
~ Charles Baudelaire, "Cats"

Mr. Rhett is quiet today, serene and moving slowly through the house to the sunroom. The gray skies and billowy clouds look like rain, but the storms go around us again. Rhett seems content to stretch out on the floor, both front paws placed precisely in front, a sphinx. I think he is feeling blue because he hasn't heard from his lady friend, Miss Sophie, in a long time. Cat's don't like to be insecure, it's against their very nature. He may think she has moved on to other gentlemen friends and forgotten him. Don't worry Rhett, she won't forget you and you have all your friends aboard Friday's Ark and at the Carnival of the Cats. This week the carnival is hosted by Niobium. You'll have fun Rhett, really you will.

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