So here is another one of the many "paws" that I scrap . . . Jennyanydots.
When the day's hustle and bustle is done
Then the gumbie cat's work is but hardly begun
And when all the family's in bed and asleep
She tucks up her skirts to the basement to creep
And then there is . . .
I have a gumbie cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots
Her equal would be hard to find, she likes the warm and sunny spots
All day she sits beside the hearth or on the bed or on my hat
She sits and sits and sits and sits--and that's what makes a gumbie cat
That's what makes a gumbie cat
Of course, what other name would we choose? Although, truth be told, until we knew for sure that Jennyanydots was a Jennyanydots, a quick vet check-up could have easily made her . . . or perhaps I mean "him" a Mister Mistoffelees.
My daughter is 25 years old, which makes Jennyanydots quite the senior citizen of the household at 15 years old. She has always been an absolute sweet girl, and that has not changed. She has just a squeak of a meow now . . . still likes warm sunny spots . . . and still sits and sits and sits! On those late nights when I am working on some pages or cards, she will venture into my craft room and sit on any box or pile that she can . . . and that is precisely what she is doing in the photo above. Always under my left elbow . . . she sits and sits and sits . . .
That's apparently what makes a gumbie cat!