Cat Haiku: 'Behold Elevator Butt'

You never feed me.

Perhaps I’ll sleep on your face.

That will sure show you.

You must scratch me there!

Yes, above my tail!

Behold, elevator butt.

The rule for today:

Touch my tail, I shred your hand.

New rule tomorrow.

In deep sleep hear sound

cat vomit hairball somewhere

will find in morning.

Grace personified.

I leap into the window.

I meant to do that.

You’re always typing.

Well, let’s see you ignore my

sitting on your hands.

My small cardboard box.

You cannot see me if I

can just hide my head.

Small brave carnivores

Kill pine cones and mosquitoes,

Fear vacuum cleaner

from: strangeplaces.net

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Austin photog captures beauty of dogs in Central Park -- the one in NEW YORK!!

from: newyorkdailynews.com

On a business trip to New York a few years back, commercial photographer Fran Reisner took an early walk in Central Park.

"I stopped in my tracks watching these dogs racing around. A black Scottie took off with a red ball in his mouth and others chased him. But they never got out of order. It was like a train," she recalls.

It seemed every corner she rounded offered the same view. The glory of the park in full bloom, cherry blossoms falling like confetti and dogs frolicking.

Three years and seven trips later comes "The Dogs of Central Park." The photographer from Austin, Tx. who lets her own two rescue pups loose in her yard, estimates that she tromped close to 700 miles through the park to capture the hardly elusive New Yorkers.

In the book, dogs are just everywhere in the park, as they are in life — lounging on the "Imagine" mosaic in Strawberry Fields, posing in front of the Dairy, communing at Bethesda Fountain and, of course, paying homage to the sculpture of the noble Balto.

"I wanted to capture all the seasons and as much of the iconic Central Park background as I could," Reisner says.

Much of her picture-taking was done in the early morning since dogs in the park don't have to be leashed until 9 a.m. She found many of the pups had formed special relationships. The same was true for owners. With one caveat.

"They all think their dog is THE dog," she laughs.