*sigh*
What Shall I Say, You Know?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXXXVI)
Mists rise from Summer's greenest valleys, dense
Oergrown and heavy with the dew, their frail
White in ascent like massive figures hale
And leering ist? at passersby, til whence
Half seems a question, not to mention thence
Wherefore? Rain in the wings, mists on the trail
To yonder with romance in tow t'avail,
Dawn is the sweeter, though a question hence.
Once back in town, hit Starbucks, then in tour
Panera, fin'lly home to gladly brew
A pot of Barry's--AFTER they've for sure
Fresh food and water, where to sip anew
Means they are bouncing off the walls. Bestir
Thy mercies and give us, LORD, to praise You.
30Jul25c
Oh, the things which make them growl, is that?
Of Mice and Fish, Is That?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXXXIV)
So Peter growled oer frozen salmon scents
Half wafted from weeks 'go, where that detail
Of "brand new catnip mouse" what Tigger'd hail
As cause for growls and guarding til fr'intents
I'm half amused. Oh, Peter'd envy hence,
But I gave it to her, for now, the tail
And pile of fun what she'd been calling bail
With a more used one. Which part is pretense?
He does go crazy oer these mice as twere,
But has outgrown them lately, has he? Do
I give them one new toy and Tigger'd stir
A pile of play, while Peter wishes to
Indulge. Ah, what is new? Her growls. Is't poor?
LORD, fill our mouths with Thy praise, all of You.
30Jul25a
Ahem.
The Bathroom's Half In Use
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXXXV)
The other cat toy came at last, t'avail,
And put together in a trice, they played fr'intents
Until I went to do the dishes, whence
It was no longer cool?! Guess that detail
Is fun, forsooth, not all-consuming bail
'Gainst boredom, and less stupid than from hence
The bulk of items trotted out to fence
Their time with some amusement, if that'd fail.
My toothbrush still needs to be put as twere
Just somewhere else than where it goes, the two
Quite bent on playing with it til's gone in tour
To who knows where. The bathtub, sink theirs too,
The toilet closed, they'll straddle it. Bestir
What? LORD, Thy mercies new, how we praise You.
30Jul25b
Or?
Yes, It's A Boring Menu
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXXXVII)
Two slices of french toast apiece t'avail,
With bacon and the scrambled eggs for sense,
How Tigger thieves my slice of bacon, whence
That juicy piece I'd thought t'enjoy must fail;
And I suppose we're equal, cuz she'd hail
Once slice of his the other day, whilst thence
I've nothing left, where he gets two, defense
Two kittens licking their paws over bail.
Ground beef with onions, whole shrooms for as twere
Good, hearty flavour on a hoagie to
Be lunch, and refried beans, cheese shredded fer
All that, with yogurt topped, piled on a crew
Of half crushed blue tortilla chips in tour
For dinner, LORD, be magnified, won't You?
30Jul25d
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
The time they spend in the bathroom, they must be the primist sweet smelling cats in the neighbourhood, who now appear to be turning into Cat thieves!!. very enjoyable reads
Yay! Thank you so very much!!! It is too much fun watching them clean their paws after an indulgence. Thank you again.
You are very welcome
Another fun read Chic nicely done
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