Foggy Friday

It has been unusually warm here the last few days. There is heavy fog here this morning, and Mom will have to be extra careful on the drive to her day-hunting gig.

Mom says there is a very famous poem about fog and cats, by Carl Sandburg:

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

I am like the fog.