Blue eyes…
Staring at me…
Nothing but blue eyes / Do I see…
Nobody stares better than a meezer. Nobody.
Koi Scribblings
Words, mostly, from the keyboard of Casey Karp
Blue eyes…
Staring at me…
Nothing but blue eyes / Do I see…
Nobody stares better than a meezer. Nobody.
Koi Scribblings 
Those are pretty entrancing eyes!
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I think that’s the exact word for it, yes. Especially when I wake up at 3:00 with those eyes about six inches from my face and my brain filled with an almost overwhelming urge to refill the gooshy food bowl.
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Yes, the late and still lamented Seymour/Sy was a master at staring. Especially when he stretched out across my lap as I sat on a couch and read while he oozed longer and longer to where I wondered whether he’d outstretch the couch. Then I’d have to get up, either to go to another work or read-place, or the bathroom, or to stretch my legs to re-establish circulation. The reproach in his eyes gave a quality to the stare that I still remember it vividly, all these 30 years later. If I knew how, I’d attach a picture to this message for your edification. But maybe you remember it too.
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It doesn’t look like you can attach an image, which is rather a shame (although I can see massive security issues in allowing file attachments on comments). Best you can do is embed an image posted somewhere else online.
Feel free to do so–it’s a look that deserves to be shared widely.
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Slow news day. huh?
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Fridays are usually slow around here. And there isn’t even much happening out at the backyard bowl at the moment.
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