By four, there were three--you have look into the back where my black and cuddly Champ has managed to squeeze behind Al and Fritz. Mind you, this is a one-cat bed, but try to tell it to these guys.
I think poetry is in order for this March day in California.
Just one glimpse and the day with all its chill grows warm.
Once lonely, left to find their ways or not
Now a family, willing and sharing and dreaming of daffodil sunlight.