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FELINE FINE FOOTLES

Tiddles didn’t like his new tinned tea Fussy Pussy Angry Animal Shows claws From paws Self catering cat Catch mice Tastes nice Caught in the rain Soggy Moggy Time for a sneaky sleep Cat nap On lap Contented cat Purry Furry March of the Footles Contest Sponsor Timothy Hicks 03~04~16


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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SLAP the POET -Doc-

   ~ SLAP the POET ~

First, you come to splat my baby SKAT!
Now I'm gonna give you a slap like this and that.

You call yourself, Doc the Poet & Notorious FLIRT.
OUCH! Doc, being you must really hurt.

Thank you for waking me from my cat nap.
Now it's time to bend you over my lap.

I will spank you like a kid for talking crap.
Teaching you a lesson that will make you snap.

I will slap my hand across your face.
For posting your Acrostic disgrace.

On my face was a smile that you post
With a look you'll never know

Doc, like a kid, you call them my towers.
Claiming  my twins carry certain powers.

In a poem, Chris A. Once called them melons.
While my Hubby climbs and calls them Mount. SAINT Helene's.

Take some notes when you read this.
Don't talk about another mans double "D's" pillow kiss.

Don't make yourself out a poet fool.
Keep your cool and clean off your drool.

Don't end up like my Hubby who is lost in my abyss.
It's not my wits that got your dumb a$$ caught in reminisce.

            ~ SKAT ~
          (Dedication)
       (Dakarai Cobbs)


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010




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To hell and back with cancer

>To hell and back with cancer, is my personal feelings, please do not take them to heart.

To hell and back with cancer.

It started with a lump to see right in the front of me.  I thought it was old age.
But when it moved to my side, I thought that lump was, acting quite strange.

I have a team of GPs, at my local, National Health Surgery.
Was quite late PM, I saw one of them.  To hospital quickly he did send me.

I drove there in the snow, you know.  One, dark December night did go.
I wondered what was wrong with me!  What did my GP feel?  Or indeed see?

Walked into outpatients I did do.  They read the letter GP gave me, to hand in too.
Oh, did I forget to say, GP wrote it out straight away, then sent me on my way.

Soon I was whisked away.  That’s right, was a blur of tests that night.
Bloods, x-rays, many doctors too, said I had to stay there.  It’s true.

Over a year, I had tests galore.  Was at home, so tried them tests, to ignore.
After scopes by the score, I often thought, would they do anymore?

Then they dropped the bombshell.  'You have cancer.' My mind thought, 'hell.'
My sister died of that, you see.  And I thought I’d soon be with she.

Those doctors thought another way, to save my life, they did say.
‘Strengthen this man’s weak heart.  Then on that cancer, we can start.’

Papworth surgeons repaired my heart, was so strong now Broomfield could start.
In six months, they did just so, took out that cancer tumour, you know.

That ladies and gentlemen was four years ago, recovery was a tad slow.
But hey I am still here you know, boring you with my poetic flow.

I know we all cannot survive, I know I am lucky, as now I thrive.
I hope all you cancer folk out there.  Survive like me and breathe Earth’s air.

But sadly if you have to go, to that Paradise, I do not yet know.
Seek my sister Alma, can you hear.  And thank her, for helping me down here.

Thank God also who I do pray to too.  I love him, as all folk should do.
Then when I finally have to go, I must thank him personally.  I must just so.

I was laying awake all night as I usually think I do, although must have had the occasional unknown cat nap, as you do. When something told me i must write this poetic verse! My tumor was a GIST. A large tumour attached and feeding from my stomach. Without my knowledge and causing no pain. It was forever growing and I was given 10 months to live without treatment. I reckon I am in year plus 4 now. Have a nice day,life's too precious to ignore.  (TmA) <


Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016

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Cat Nap

Already tiny kittens interprets love   Mother's voice purr-fect bond



For Leonora Galinta's contest, "Write Me A Poem...Picture Prompt ( cat and her kittens)


Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve | Year Posted 2013

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Faded in XOxo oxOX Fadin' Out

A special dedication to Beyoncé's "Drunk in Love" song in her album "Beyoncé", which came out in 2013.
 
{intro}
I took a cat nap...yah put on your classic, clever-mini cap 
drank that sorrow sap, my companion and cool chap 
Torture me with your rap...
and all that crap in a snap of a finger and don't linger in my way of my goals that are like a marked-up, mishap map 
I wanna drag you up like an animal in due season 
Yes, I worship your scent of I-must-repent 
I was dust in this Earth of Mirth for an outlandish reason 
Why don't you get the hint that I love you to the highest extent right this very instant and outstant...
Yeah, it's true
I make up words
Out of the blue...
It's as absurd as herds of butter-birds 

{solo}
We are beautiful, bizarre nobodies 
We have alienated ambition 
We are a flawed flawless 
Perfection in passion progress

{verse 1}
You seriously got me addicted to your love affair
You bruised my wounds and you're gonna pay 
I'm only following the rules, so don't use me - that's just not playing fair, 
But you don't care if it's a game of truth or dare...glad I made your day by my past hesitation that led me astray, some say 
We bite the bullet to the core
Don't accuse me of being an attention hog...waiting for the rope of hope to hang the tragedies of this world of woe - there's a future in store 
What are you waiting for?

{hook x2}
Next time, there will not be a next time this sun-shining day
Don't play me in repeat like your favorite pop song...no way...
Missing your clutches of your touches
Craving those OXOX's like urges of sexes 
X out the lust in my heart 
I O it my work of lyric art 

{pre-chorus/rap}
Tripping out in my room
Double trouble doom...
Come on, 
Resume on
Call me yours...your ear ignores...
And I will do your chores...failure scores...
Faaaaaded in love...
Jaaaaaaded in hate...
Where is the luv from abuv?
Watchin' political debate...
Overrated society's term of in love and infatuation thereof 
Underrated you and I - foes and friends, but anything goes, whether it's from below or above 
Embrace the faces of graces from above under 
You departed from my arms of charms; now, we shatter asunder  
Like a mirror of poverty pain that reigns upon the city
Refrain from driving me insane in a lane of crimes I committed of...and I'm found pitilessly guilty 

{hook -whisper-}

{chorus}
Not yesterday's tomorrow
Not today to your dismay...
Not tomorrow's backwards sorrow
Maybe another day...you'll get your way...I'll give up my way for you to stay 
Faaaaaded in love...
Jaaaaaaded in hate...
Overrated society's term of in love and infatuation thereof 
I'll stray away from the aftershocks of your downfalls
Your uprisings are from your deepest, regretful failures...and your unanswered calls...and fixated freefalls 
Faaaaaded in love...
Jaaaaaaded in hate...
Overrated society's term of in love and infatuation thereof 

{verse 2}
You got me so hooked
Why did you overlook
The event that got booked?
You postponed our meet-up...you like my looks, not my mind or heart that is an endless book...
Sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor 
My attitude of gratitude transformed into graze in your own maze attitude 
You cannot put a label on my untamed behavior 
When I'm up on stage with the spotlight showering down upon me, I rise above the audience of all eyes and I bodyquake with I, myself and me to shake off the rage of feeling misunderstood, not good in the hood in my ghetto neighborhood; I hope my vibrant voice is now understood
I'm an astonishing star
And I will go oh so far...
Wondering where You are...
To heal this scar with miracles in disguise that I can't despise, for it's on my top love bar, 
Despite the peace war... 
That hits us more and more... 

{hook x2}
{pre-chorus/rap}
{hook -whisper-}
{chorus}

{verse 3}
You're sick in the mind
You got me far behind
You'll be sorry when I'm gone
I welcome the dusk's sun 
The dawn will burn you alive
You're a bee in his busy hive 
Behave and be brave, Dave...
I save my breath by giving you a "farewell" brave wave
You stare into the illuminating efflorescence 
My attire is on fire with your desire, my fantastic fluorescence 
We bite the bullet to the core
Don't accuse me of being an attention hog...waiting for the rope of hope to hang the tragedies of this world of woe - there's a future in store 
What are you waiting for?
Ahhhh oooooh ooooh 
Ehhh ahh I-I-I....
Sick with dem luv floo 
I'm confident shy...
I'm modest...
I'm honest....
I'm humble...
I do crumble...
Arrogance was in my veins...
Yet, I still got prideless brains...
Ooooh ahhhhh 
I'm a handsome flaw...
Ohhhh yeahhh
My reputation, fame 'n fortune is meh and bleh 
God's Word means everything to me 
The World means close to nothing, I see...
I hear with an open ear...even my tear stains me with fear that I hold on to so dear...I taste with a tongue so sensitive up in here...I feel with much cheer, for God's aura is near...His spiritual soul replaces fear and doubt with faithful cheer, so crystal clear 

{hook x2}
{pre-chorus/rap}
{hook -whisper-}
{chorus}

{bridge}
I crave your crowning moments
I'm buzzed off of blessings that appear to be curses 
Supposedly, unloyal...unroyal...in your eyes of lies and helloed goodbyes that give you temporary highs that makes my heart cry out: why's oh why's 
Your verses curse and it ruins my self-esteem...sick of your rehearses 

{harmony}
And it's our ultimate mission
To count all our naughties...from everybody...or creepy "anybodies"
Let's engage in our future vision
To blur out all the fakes and the hotties...for we aren't a disgrace or a robotic with eccentricities 

{outro}
Lap up my pity's sorrow
Of yesterday's tomorrow 
Wrap your wings around me
Take flight in our reality fantasy
You're all up and down in my grill — got me mind-blown, you silly-Billy clown — you're my thrill, just take a chill pill and hush, little baby...I've been lovin' and hatin' you lately...frankly, honestly
I want to feel your need for me, so I can flee from captivity...
I need to numb your want for me to be...free...sincerely...
But, it's impossible
Or is it possible? 
I doubt it is, indeed...
I'll fulfill my deed...after I feed off of my want and need...
And it's you
I adore You too...
But who knew...
I'd be the hue of blue...
You can't deny
I'm faded in-in-in love 
You're the crow that flies too high 
And I'm the-the city dove
Purrrrrr hurrrrrr 
You're my black and white armor...never in errorrrrrr 
I...am...sure...
I...endure...
I take a tour into your busy-lazy life 
Hurrrrrr puurrrrr 
Life's gettin' harder, for my past, present and future is a miiiiiighty blurrrrr 
You...are...cure...
So...impure...
You take a tour into my pleasant strife


Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2016

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BUZZY BUZZ


Dog eat dog world
Awakes to new dawn;
Paradoxical gains


Words and yet more
Empty words dilute;
Cold comfort frozen


Headlines sensation
Bad news in vogue;
Catchy decadence


Muse upon feeling
Profound thought;
Self-realization lights


Mood swings highlight
Psychic trauma;
Pain instigates


Skybridge running track
26 floors above;
Senior citizens jog


Look to this day
To do something good;
Saturday cat nap


Set routines
To-Do List unfurls;
Time is never enough


Much ado
About nothing new;
Changes re-order


Ideas rule the world
Change agents --
Come and go abruptly


Worn-out old pavilion
Two weary workers;
Chat over beer repast


Busy passage conduit
People hurry briskly;
Haphazard side stepping


Busy networking
Trying to get ahead;
Lost in the crowd


Visual impact dazzle
Too much colour;
Not much insight


Takeaway counter
Pre-order your drink blend;
Beverage on-the-fly



Leon Enriquez
04 July 2014
Singapore


Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014

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Cat Crazy Play

"Come play with me,
I have all this restless energy.
If you don't come and play with me quickly,
I'll drive myself and you crazy.
My instinct is currently telling me,
to hunt, stalk and kill so that I may eat,
but there isn't any prey for me,
in this immediate vicinity,
so I run around like a maniac stopping suddenly,
to see if I've startled any prey hiding nearby me,
but I startle nothing, nothing attempts to flee,
so I'll climb your drapes and destroy your blinds constantly,
because maybe there's prey up there that I didn't smell or see.
Do that thing you do with that feather on a string,
the one I hunt, stalk and kill over and over again.
Get me chasing that thing until I am panting,
then go ahead and serve me my daily feeding.
I'll feel as if I have hunted, stalked, killed and successfully eaten,
followed by 10 - 18 hours of cat nap sleeping,
then your life can return back to normal once again."


Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2016

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Taking aim

At the river's edge
a tiger takes a cat nap
no creatures come near
Except for one, whose aim is
to buy the lovely painting


Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2015

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Cat Nap

Crawling, furry pet 
Aggressive, yet so lovable
Trying to get any sign of attention and winning it 

No worries planted in their feeble brains 
Attractive and a clever animal
Pleasurable extra family member, always keeping me busy!


Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2012

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CAT NAP

Change of sheets
to ivory silk, color of cream
or buttermilk.  Creme
Fraiche to mesh
in golden shine from
open blind.  She's across
the bed to bask, to bask, 
like a cat who knows
and shows the way, a spot
for the poet to store in
winter light, to toast in,
the bed, her host 
in image clear, memory 
dear, her cat C. Chan 
curled by winter window 
for winter sun, its 
chill undone.


Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2014

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Cat nap

Cat
Napping
At my feet
Dreaming of mice
Muscles twitching fast
You should be resting now
But instead you are chasing
Running as fast as you can go
Excited, you almost have him now
What will you do when you catch him? I ask.


Copyright © Gayla May | Year Posted 2012

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Cat Had A Pet

Cat had a pet;
Some old dude
He met, while on patrol
His many backyards
A territorial feral;

Opportunist:
A lap was empty,
Well used
But warm enough,
Some sandwich unfinished
Surprise!—It was tuna!
(A match seemed
Made in heaven)

Cat had a pet,
Some old dude
He met—an opportunist:
Quickly he laid claim
Though the find sat
Quite lame—
Unable to speak
Yet attentive;
Having tasty treats
Pocket full unending—
How inventive!
Quite the incentive,
Seemed a match
Made in heaven—

As seasons passed
Their relationship grew
Till the old dude due—
His chair
Now empty;
Well, not always…
An occasional cat-nap
Keeps the heat on…
Purring while dreaming
His incentive:
A warm lap
And a pocket full of treats

Surely a match
To be continued
In heaven—


Copyright © Joe DiMino | Year Posted 2016

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So Beautifully Soft - The Lilibonelle style

~So Beautifully Soft~
(Lilibonelle)
 


The beauty of the spring season is like no other 
Just look outside today and you will see all the flowers grow
If you don't believe it just take a look and then another  
During this time all these things take place everyday quick or slow.

Just look outside today and you will all the flowers grow
During the spring season most of the days are nice and cool
Weather starts to warm after winter is gone with all the snow
Spring then arrives so softly to reign with a new set of rules

If you don't believe it just take a look and then another
It's so good for a change to see the flowers and trees sprout
After a long cat nap the grass and all the plants turn rather
Green, and that's the magic of spring returning to shine with her shout. 

During this time all these things take place everyday quick or slow
Every year is so wonderful to welcome and enjoy this beautiful season
It's a blessing  from God our Master Creator to see again her wonderful show
With all her radiant beauty she gives us hopes and for living lots of good reason.



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012




March.07.2016




Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

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HAIKU MAZE 14




Beauty smiles
Truth keeps watch;
Joy murmurs

~~~~~~~~~


Jacuzzi trip
Clear water massage;
Aqueous healing

~~~~~~~~~


Midtown moments
Sunny side up;
Poignant flavours

~~~~~~~~~


Walkway charades
Morning fiesta;
Umbrella cacophony

~~~~~~~~~


Old Mister Lee
Two years gone;
Tembusu memoir

~~~~~~~~~


Such silly antics
Blindside politics;
Monkey business

~~~~~~~~~


Glimpses of home
Michelin Star meals;
Vivid prosperity

~~~~~~~~~


Dark skyline 
Thunder and lightning;
Rainy dawn hurls

~~~~~~~~~


Morning outline
Lake shore rainbow;
Sun and rain

~~~~~~~~~


Cat nap
Purrs dreams;
Feline fancy

~~~~~~~~~


Brown squirrel
Zigzag curiosity;
Fruity forage

~~~~~~~~~


Street vendor
Latest news print;
Too many unsold

~~~~~~~~~


Car pool moments
Grab or Uber taxi;
Disrupted trips

~~~~~~~~~


Cash speaks
Goods listen;
Magic barters

~~~~~~~~~


Word budget espresso
Not much unsaid;
Meaning percolates

~~~~~~~~~


Morning cuppa
Double-shot sling;
Caffeine fix pump

~~~~~~~~~


Raining again
April pregnant wet;
Sun on holiday

~~~~~~~~~


By the wayside
Fallen nest;
Broken bird's eggs

~~~~~~~~~


Anniversary here
Candles attest;
Fond memory awakes

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
03 April 2017
Singapore



Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017

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CAT NAP

CAT NAP

she carried her cat
up under her hat
tail sticking out
as it wriggled about
and as for her mittens
well, they were both kittens
when calico vested
I bettcha – you guessed it
six calico cats quietly nested
her favorite for fall
a tiger cat shawl
when eating Chinese
a wrap Siamese
it’s not that she’s lazy
this cat crazy lady
she’s addicted to “purr”
to kitty cat fur
there’s just something about it
won’t leave home without it.



©1/5/2018

submitted to – CRAZY CAT LADY:RHYME – Poetry Contest







Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2018

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Shelton Washington state

County seat, of Mason County, Washington, highly rates
United States Westernmost city on Puget Sound e quates 
above ground sans tectonic plates
Population 9,834 per 2010 census 
end result from biological mates
maintains commission form of government 
drafted by mandates.

Shelton served by small steamboats greet
omprising Puget Sound Mosquito Fleet
Old Settler, Irene, Willie, City of Shelton, 
Marian, Clara Brown, & S.G. Simpson
logging, farming, dairying, ranching 
& oyster cultivation for populace to eat

Simpson Timber Company mill lit airy
cobblestone trod with defeated cleat 
Puget Sound's Oakland Bay over yon
dominates landscape of the down
town area as essential heart beat
Shelton identifies the "Christmas 
Tree Capital" sold by the ton.


47°12'49?N 123°6'22?W (47.213702, 
-123.106088) coordinate bench mark
total area of 5.9 square miles (15 km2), 
of which 5.6 square miles (15 km2) land
0.3 square miles (0.78 km2) (5.60%)
water laps with an occasional errant shark fanned
in a pinch captured, processed and canned
a delicacy that fin de siecle 
bony illegal booty fined by the oceanic arc.

well nigh two decades in the past
this poet trekked across America
beginning in a place called Gap
Pennsylvania, where stockpile en massed
of Amish goodies barely did last
and vanished in a gingerly snap
of fingers, which necessitated 
sustenance when van fueled i.e. gassed

up while myself or other driver stole a cat nap
seduced to sleep by syncopated tires
as highway miles passed
inching closer to youngest sister
via this linear transcontinental lap
destination Seattle Washington
indigenous iconic statue cast.

Ronald Strickland a fine companion
and Boone storyteller to boot
about my zen age (five decades plus two) 
him trying to rake in some loot
by writing about his idyllic travels, mute,
yet unpretentious and no square at root
perhaps one day, I will surprise him
with a call and give him a toot

though on might deign to bellow
while atop the snow capped Mount Rainier
Taking in the august magic 
crystalline beauty all year round:
whereat snowfall etches silhouette 
once dusk shed daylight
sketching in natural bas relief 
ascension from horizon to heavenly height
albedo effect from glistening snow light
luminescence transforming night
into blinding sight
from pure flakes of incandescent white.


Copyright © MATTHEW harris | Year Posted 2017

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My blankie

It tags along with me wherever I go
There isn't any journey my blankie isn't in tow
Like a super hero cape I wear it wrapped around my shoulders
As I explore my top secret mission waiting around the boulders
On long rides in the car it keeps me warm
I use it to take down bad guys that swarm
I use it to make my own secret lair
I set a sign outside of it saying enter if you dare
I sometimes use my special blankie to dry my crocodile tears
I took it with me my first day of school and like a superhero I faced some pretty big fears
My blankie is super soft and cozy
It makes a soft landing when I'm playing ring around the rosie
It gets drug through the dirt mud rain and snow 
Indestructible like a superhero, wouldn't you know
Sometimes I'll use it to play peak a boo with my baby brother
While I'm really a super hero working under cover
I like to lay on it and day dream about the shapes of the clouds in the sky
To far away lands on my blankie being my magic carpet that I'd fly
I use it to sail the seas and take down pirates to find the burried treasure
No other blanky can ever compare or measure
I snuggle my blankie when I take a cat nap
I wear it as a royal cape with a royal crown, not cap
Some who watch Snoopy say I'm a cute little Linus  
I Iike to think of myself as more like lockness
Grandma's added extra superhero patches whenever it's torn
It's extra special because she made it for me before I was born
At Nana's I take it with me for a special sleep over 
It brings me luck like a four leaf clover
When I get hurt and my parents are out of sight
One hug from my blankie and my worlds been set right
At the Drs office I hold it extra tight
Mommy and Daddy tuck me in with it each night
My blankie loves me and I sure love my special blankie
Grandma says when I get bigger she's going to turn my blankie into a bunch of special hankies


Copyright © Melissa Tracy | Year Posted 2018

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Cat a log

The question has to be this. Is a meow a cow?

Q1…...................A Catalogue?

Well what can one say?
Really all that?
How can I possibly make it under the word count?
So many pages and items itemised mean that descriptions decipher coded callings
Well presumabley it would begin with an attempt to identify the word catalogue
So begin by pulling the word out in a concertinaed fashion
And that make what?
Cat a log
Always ignore and be very ignorant of a U and and E for a U and an E together are simply way too much of a headache and a sight to understand
Particularly if attempting a headstand on top of a big wheel at a fun fair
So a cat on a log could have many pages:
i. A large head. This page is filled with many items including fur and eyes and comes with free ears as a special introductory offer
ii. Paw page. Claws are optional although customers can opt to buy retractable paws or paws that can pull out. The pull out paws are the most popular.
iii. This is the page of the upper body. So details several fur options. As with the fur options of page one it is possible to have log or short fur styles and colours are of all hue including rainbow coloured varieties. 
iv. This is the middle section where customers can choose from a selection of sizes depending upon availability. And of course fur selection. And a range of colours too.
v. This is the back end of the cat so customers can choose a tail. Sometimes it is possible to request no tail particularly if the customer is from the Island of Mann. There is an absence of a tail upon that isle. Again it is possible to select the type of fur. And of course colours.
vi. The final section is the type of log. A wide selection of trees are available. Plus it is possible for customers to create their own log from a tree using an app called 'treenamer'. This clever app offers a beautiful range of wood from worldwide and cosmological locations.
vii. This is the index page.

And so that is a catalogue explained.
It is far harder to outline
A catamaran
A cat o nine tails
A cat nap
A cat kin............and how many more times?

When a pin becomes a paw it is time for the scratch of the posts.

Z Otocolobus manul Z at 44 claws to 9 whiskers

X


Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017

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superstitious kitty

For There Is A Brighter Side Contest
Picture #2



Superstition can be fun
Since the day it has begun
Seeing others try to shake
Unlucky feelings as they wake
Ladders you can not walk under
Spilling salt is a big blunder
Don't step on a sidewalk crack
But don't pick on a cute black cat
They're called unlucky all the time
But its such a shameful crime
Cute and fury  big sweet eyes
Their tiny little purry cries
Can melt a heart right to the core
Playing with yarn on the floor
Is always a funny thing
In a lonely life they bring
Comfort and joy from day to night
They are not a scary fright
When they curl up in your lap
A peaceful dream with a cat nap
Furry or flat fur to pet
And please do not forget
They get rid of pesky mice
Which is very very nice
To all black kitties everywhere
You'll be hugged with tender care
From now on and shunned no more
Love you have never felt before


Copyright © robin davis | Year Posted 2018