I have been a silent witness
to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hour comes
when I am torn into strips and used as bandages
for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
When I fly at half-mast to honor my soldiers,
Or when I lie in the trembling arms
of a grieving mother
at the graveside of her fallen son.
I have 2 cats with same color scheme. It's amazing how they dissappear into the scenery.
I had one that could blend into just about anything especially if there was a little bit of a shadow. A few of the neighborhood dogs found out the hard way just how invisible a cat can get. They went home screaming with bloody stripes across their nose. They would follow his scent until they got within inches of him, he would just reach out and swipe the nose.