The sun
moves too quickly
for cat naps
Harley possesses
nine-tenths of a shoe, though her
position flip-flops.
A little limerick about murder. We have narrowed it down to two suspects, but the true identity of the murderess may never be known.
Once two antagonistic girl cats
felt they needed something to poke at.
So they ran through the house
‘til they scared up a mouse.
(The leftovers? Dropped on the bath mat.)
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Photo behind the jump, because it’s a bit graphic.
Caturday is just
Another day of being
The universe’s center.
Unfortunately,
recent rains rendered her fur
camouflage useless.
Cats like Harley hate staying inside,
but it’s there that she’s forced to abide.
When from her cage she’s freed,
she soon finds herself treed
and her owners “I told you so” chide.
Week 23 #5.
From his afternoon nap Pancake woke
fearing Harley, while sleeping, had croaked.
So he tickled her paws
with his whiskers and claws
‘til she glared and hissed: cut the pokes, bloke!
Day 308. The joys of cat ownership / How Harley and I spent our morning.
