There are smiles out there.
They're under snow.
Made with stones.
Hidden under a bitten-off nose.
Upstaged by buttons.
Under the jowls.
Proferring a frisbee.
I'm smiling too because I'm out walking.
Though I'm guessing the cat wasn't smiling.
Oh, the last one, Monsieur in his carriage!ReplyDelete
She's a Madame! And how she sighs and groans if you rub her...Delete
I am the cat in that picture and I assure you I was smiling...ReplyDelete
Is it possible that you're one of the cats in the Murakami I'm reading?ReplyDelete