Meow, meow moon…

Here it is; the full Moon of Friday 13^th 2014 snapped through my bedroom window as it rose above the houses at the back. Not the clearest of photographs, but a moment in time, a moment I shall remember until the Alzheimer’s sets in.

Apart from the moon itself, another reason for this sticking in my mind was that I hadn’t realised I wasn’t the only one watching the moon from behind the bedroom curtain that night. As I zoomed in on the yellow, slightly fuzzy, glow something sprang at my arm almost making me drop my camera. A white blur of fur shot from behind the curtain and proceeded to charge around the room. Over and under the bed, leaping on top of the wardrobes, running along them, then diving onto the bed, turning cartwheels, then sitting and gazing out of the window, singing a cat song at the moon…

Meow, meow moon,

Meow, meow moon,

Meowwwww,

Meow, meow moon.

Meow, meow moon,

Meow, meow moon,

Purrrrrrrr,

Meow, meow moon.

Meow, meow moon,

Meow, meow moon,

Cheeeeeese,

Meow, meow moon.

Well, her name is Luna… and it sounded like cheese to me.