I sit in the tote bag
and watch the world
although my eyes cannot see.
I feel the vibrations,
smell food and friends
and know everything’s as it should be
I knock over trash cans
and lay in them
sometimes I fall asleep
I huddle in a shopping bag or box–
just about anything
My humans carry me in the basket
up and downstairs
I don’t want to get out,
so I hiss, but I’m not angry
I like to pet the Christmas tree,
smell its needles,
and let him know he’s okay.
(poem by Quincy, photos by his human, Erica)
Suburban Hobo 
Being blind doesn’t seem to slow that dear cat down.
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No, it doesn’t, Matt. He runs the house!
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Of course! Almost forgot he’s a cat.
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We call him the Field Marshal.
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A fitting name.
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Hi, I have nominated you for the Very Inspiring Blogger award since I really enjoy your posts! To visit it go to: http://terriwebsterschrandt.wordpress.com/2014/12/18/very-inspiring-blogger-award/
Of course you do not have to accept it. Have a great day and keep blogging 🙂
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Terri,
How do I attach the “very inspiring blogger” logo to my site?
thanks.
Erica
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Oh Quincy!!! Love this poem…he’s such a poet, and his human ain’t a bad photographer either!
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Quincy thanks you, and his human does too! xo
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Our cats do more than just “touch the needles”!!! They play havoc with the decorations and you can forget having a skirt under the tree cuz they run and slide on it! Drives me nuts!!! They’re 12 years old, for Pete Sake’s! When are they gonna grow up??? (Probably never…like there owners!) 🙂
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That’s so funny, Lucie. Quincy and our cat Samson love to slide on our makeshift tree skirt–a sheet. Very funny! They won’t ever grow up–like us!
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