Oh, Finn, you bewitch me as you vanish out the door on a mission for sun and soot. You start the day with your coat of cream and apricot…
I sometimes catch you in your mischievousness, dashing across the rooftops. Nimble and quick as only cats can be, I cringe when I spot your tightrope walking on the parapets.
We communicate in whistles and meows. When you finally do come home weary and tired, your coat is a hazy shade of summer gray.
modern vintage ink 