My Jewels

Life begs us to join its chaos, which is all right for a little while. But I find myself growing weary of such a jumbled, crazy lifestyle. When life is a veritable zoo with loud noises and people ranting. I go to my little place, one I find ever so enchanting. It is right here in my room, in my hideaway where placid rules. No loud radio or bothersome telly, a quiet spot where live, my jewels. No diamonds or gold or pearls have I... no wealth to soothe my hurting mind. Just three rescue cats who love me... and they are the very best kind! Fluffy was 23 years old and went over the Rainbow Bridge two months ago. Now her ashes watch me from a shelf.