Posted by Loulou on May 21, 2013 | 1 comment

Papa’s sister is married to a poet. Yes, a real live one who makes words sound like music and I know because mama, who loves poetry, has read some of his poems to me as kitty bedtime stories when I’m getting all relaxed and snoozy. Mama and papa drove four hours to see papa’s sister and the poet in the Lot, which is where I thought they...