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Spitz and Xavier were being cute this morning, so I decided to take a few photo's. So, for those who care, here they are:


Spitz




Xavier (aka Mr Enthusiastic, Munchkin, Trouble) in one of his rare, calm poses.

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ozisim
Sep. 6th, 2005 03:59 am (UTC)
I love calico kitties!
rainbow_rising
Sep. 6th, 2005 09:32 am (UTC)
Pics of the loved ones, of course I care!!!! :D So how does it feel to be the cats staff leader??
halloranelder
Sep. 6th, 2005 10:29 pm (UTC)
At times, frustrating. Xavier has been pushing his luck a bit of late and pushing Spitz out of the road and eating his food. You think he would have learnt by now that Daddy doesn't like that!

However, mostly they're wonderful.
bodgirl
Sep. 6th, 2005 02:27 pm (UTC)
Pretty kitties!
What pretty darlings they are :)

Cats are love, that's all there is to be said.

Except of course for those times when they are disdain, discomfort or stench.....

:)
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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