Silent as December snow,
her shadowy landscape
rests at my side.
Chaotic fingers ease themselves,
not to keep her from her dreams.
Watching her nap in sunlight
makes for a warm December.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is Ms. Momo. She crowned herself as my writing cat. Normally, she prefers sleeping in the closet but when I write by the window, she likes to keep me company. When I’m stuck on an idea, we brainstorm together while looking out for snow…our favorite past time.
She is also one of three Beings I answer to… (she just woke up and saw I was writing about her)