So again, this poem reminds me of my lovely cats and this time I attached a picture of them. The line in particular that reminded me of them was “His eyes, green as ringstones” as Pickles’ eyes are distinctively bright green. In most ways it is good as it makes him extremely cute, but they do end up making a lot of pictures turn out with weird eye glares. Anyways, one time it was around 9 pm so it was already pitch-black outside and my Dad decided he had to go outside to take out the garbage or something. Of course Pickles took this situation to his advantage and ran outside to explore. When this happens, my Dad really doesn’t seem to be too concerned and just says “Kim, Pickles is outside” so of course I have to be the one to worry. This
