Wind Whispers

Hi Furfriends, MaaMaa's been busy so we haven't had time to post. Thanksgiving blew past with a waterfall of sparkling leaves. I watched glorious golden cherry and birch leaves cascade as the gusts kicked up. The red and orange leaves trickled next as the gusts died down to wind whispers.A tapestry of color painted the patio that I observe from my cat perch. My white coat is thickening now and covering me with a lush Norwegian Forest Cat coat.MaaMaa thinks I would have lived in the far north of Norway where the winds holler down the fiords and the snow blankets the earth in preparation for winter. Do you feel Jesus talking quietly to your soul as you watch the leaves fall? Purrs, Tankene Ice Mist