Life imitates art.  I suppose that means I imitate myself.

Funny how that works out, when you let it.

Living life as Haiku never works out; a bit too measured, yeah

Just to my taste. Sipping on a bit of free form instead

A morning presented in a mug.

-Jocelynne Lowans

When Hubby and I went vege my fur-babies (three plump cats) became sad; no more meaty treats from the table.  After months of the cats begging and then looking offended by our meatless offerings my cats discovered some new food loves.  My big lumbering boy cat fell in love with unsweetened almond milk.  My morning cereal bowl is a not-so-patiently awaited   prize.  Which he is currently enjoying.  The best was the Tofurkey.  Three cats going nuts to try and steal my sandwich, working in…