Well, mama is quoting from a song she loves by Kurt Weil, composer of the 30s who wrote “Speak Low”, and in the song are the lyrics, “Love is pure gold, and time, a thief”…
In this case, time stole my precious minutes devoted to thinking about my blog and writing it and now it’s almost midnight and I’m pooped from playing the Feather Game with mama and quite frankly, mama is pooped herself from having had a lot of exercise today and too many decisions to make and so I am going to put in a link to the lovely song, sung by Mr Weil and hope you’ll understand how sometimes Mr. Time just ticks away without any regard for kitties’ commitments!
Too pooped to pop…
Time gets away from us all the time. There aren’t enough minutes in a day to accomplish what we need to.
Maybe we could just say that a day is 30 hours.
You and Mama having a good time together is just fine with us !
Oh, we do have fun, even if a bit slower fun than when I was younger. I’m not much of a player and mama searches everywhere for things to interest me.
Belive me we understand and we think playing the feather game was a good use of your time.
Well, I do love my feather, but I only do it to get a bit of exercise with no garden here.