Weekend Cat Blogging #295: Poppy

This isn’t my cat. My cat, who I was trying to take a photo of, ran off at the sight of my camera as if I’d drawn a shotgun on him!

So instead I got a lense full of Poppy! She’s a neighbour’s kitten and doesn’t seem to realise that this is not her garden hehe.

As cute as she is, would you want to mess with the claws behind that face? So I took her photo instead 🙂

This is my first time taking part in Weekend Cat Blogging, this week hosted by CatSynth 🙂


Lest We Forget: Rememberance Day

In Flanders Fields
– John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.