Distracted
My human, though returned from place(s) unknown, is clearly distracted. Meals come later than of old, litter ripens, and my blog is neglected. Only the loving remains. Still, as long as that remains, what else of life need I? Though the winds pick up and the skies are cast down, my human’s loving keeps me warm.
Okay, enough of that: why is my food dish still empty and my water all over the floor?
Home
My parental unit’s home:
I wish I could roam . . .
But I just dig in loam
Then wait for a finger comb
Or sniff that hairy dome
Fresh with shampooed foam
Aunty L was very nice:
She liked to toss me fresh new mice
And help JJ to scratch his lice
Even when she was eating rice
Or fixing up meat with a special spice
While the P.U. was playing with dice
Now that the P.U.’s back to stay
We can stay up all night and play
Or until the P.U. says nay
To the ruckus that arises when we make hay
After having slept contentedly all day
And ridden shoulders though they sway
Time to go to sleep I see
Just the P.U. and JJ and me
To those of you checking in on how I’m doing, know that JJ and I have been abandoned by our human for the next several days but will be lovingly cared for by Aunty L. Hope to blog to you again soon. GM-FE
I needed to be kneaded
And you kneaded me
You need to be needed
And I do need you
Let JJ have his day
But the nights belong to you and me
I lay in your arms purring
Boom
I’d stay in your arms all night
Boom
But the ground rises up and my paws stretch out
Boom
I’m off to do some serenading
Wet Nose
Wet nose from wet clothes
Where will I sleep tonight?
Wet toes fled wet hose
Where will you keep me tonight?
Sweet sleep long and deep
I want to sleep with you tonight.
Things that make me itch
Also make my nose twitch
When my nose is wet
Well, that's worse yet
Leave me in the dark
And I'll leave you my mark
So what'll it be?
Keep me company or set me free
Dust mites
Make me sneeze
So open the screen
Please
For if I scratch
But no one opens the latch
I'll just have to sit in the halls
And lick my balls
Everyone Needs To Be Kneaded
This has been a blissful weekend. JJ and I have enjoyed our occasional excursions into the dark, web-filled garage with its musty odors and plethora of insect eggs. Then, when we have been chased back indoors, we have each of us been treated in turn to the bliss of being kneaded. . . . and then, like a well-wrought dough, allowed to rest until it is time to be kneaded again. Ah, the ecstasy!
(Just thought I’d share; you can keep your cozy firelit logs that let off black smoke.) ;->
The Laundry Room
The laundry room is my new lair
For my favorite blanket is now there
A single leap, and then a bound
That’s where unbroken sleep can be found
JJ’s too little to find his way
So I sleep in peace all day
But last night he finally found me out,
Bided his time after following me about
And when I slipped down for a bite to eat
Up he popped and stole my new retreat
No worries, though, for I simply returned
To where the home fires always burn
I nestled down into my favorite spot
And spent the night cozily hot
This morning my human slipped out for a ride
So I spent the time singing to the wall on my side
The weather’s cooled and the rain has fallen
My energy’s up; I hear the Outdoors callin’
Somewhere out there beyond the door
Life awaits, and so much more!
CPR = Cat Paw Rubbings
It’s the most important maneuver a feline can perform, essential for daily well-being and proper maintenance of designated humans.
The purpose of a comma is to indicate a pause, and the purpose of paws is to bind together independent claws.
Lonesome
So many days
Locked in this house
No one to bother
Except my toy mouse
JJ just sleeps
In the sun all day
When night falls
He’s the one gets to play
That Aunty Carol
Thinks he’s so great
But she’s the reason
They’re always out so late
She tried to catch me
To give me “a ride”
But I’m too quick for her
I just zip and hide
She smells of perfumes
And garlic to boot
She’s a pretty lady
But I don’t give a hoot
This house is mine
And I’ll do as I please
So keep your perfume
And don’t make me sneeze
I want my human
Around on demand
Life should be
By my command
These sunny days
Are for lazing about
All too soon
It’ll be too cold to go out
So let me be
Don’t set me free
Can’t you see
My life suits me to a “T”
I've finally set up a separate page for my erstwhile human. I'm tired of being maligned, of being credited with rash, brash, partisan statements on subjects about which no self-respecting feline would have an opinion. What has politics to do with where my next meal is or when it will be served? What do I care about socio-political issues or the welfare of this or any nation's economy? It's time I took back my own page, and that is what I'm doing. Now I'm going back to sleep.
This aerobed sure is comfy, if somewhat lower than the bed to which I have become accustomed. Still, this is where my bedding is, so this is where I'll sleep. Aunty Carol will just have to fit herself in when she gets back.
What a Week
JJ and I have been locked up home alone a lot this week. We wonder what we’ve done to deserve such abandoning, but let me start at the beginning:
Tuesday morning started out like so many others. Our human left the house while it was still dark out, but we have learned not to worry, as our P.U. (parental unit) usually returns within a couple of hours; that was not the case on Tuesday. That day P.U. did not return until it was once again dark. By that time, even I had begun to worry. You may rest assured that I sniffed all garments and bags thoroughly that night, and this is what I have deduced —
Tuesday morning P.U. went down to the Bay. There remains a distinct tang of salt water spray that tells me so. I know it was an overcast day, but the wind must have been whipping up small swells during the crossing. There were flocks of birds skimming the water, occasionally dipping and diving for their breakfast. These were not the same kinds of birds that fly over my courtyard and occasionally mock us, though. These were larger, wilder birds. Perhaps it is better that we were not there to see them…
P.U. spent time tramping around downtown San Francisco, stopping occasionally to munch and watch as other people intent on their various pursuits hustled by. There were planes overhead, trains both above and below ground, trolleys and trams, and automobiles of all kinds. Their collective stench remains entrapped in P.U.’s cuffs. Odors suggest that P.U. may have ridden on several different vehicles during the course of the day while traipsing about the City.
Then there were the girls. I distinctly smelled girls; JJ concurs. P.U. was with female felines! Worse, there were female feline hairs on P.U.’s clothes and backpack. I fear the infidelity, for I have smelled these particular felines before.
There were dogs of various sizes as well. P.U. seems to have been getting around quite a bit without us. I can understand leaving JJ behind, but I clearly enjoyed the ride I went on last week, so why was I not invited along this time?
And there was food… many different kinds of food… from three different parts of the City… I miss the Fog City!
Back here in our new enclave I sat and sweated, trapped within the confines of our admittedly larger, longer, more luxurious new abode. It’s hot here, a good 5 degrees warmer than in our old apartment, 10 when the doors and windows are locked shut. Things actually got quite desperate before P.U. returned, as JJ responded to the stress by gobbling all the food, then regurgitating it. Ditto on the water.
When P.U. finally returned, our human was too exhausted to do more than kiss each of us impartially before crashing.
Wednesday was spent in recovery, but Thursday seemed like more of the same. Our human left us while it was still dark out, stayed out til midday, returned just long enough to stink up the house with the usual smells of lunch, then disappeared again, not returning until nearly dark. Where is our human going? What is going on? This had better not keep happening, or I will . . . I will . . . I will . . . what?
What’s this about Aunty Carol coming again? I may not be blogging for awhile…
Twilight
This morning my claws were clipped
As the Hunter’s Moon dipped
Below the western horizon
So the nation’s fangs
Need to cease their bangs
Before the event horizon
Am I too obscure
In my recommended cure
For what ails our society?
I simply yearn for a piece of peace
Surcease from war within my life’s lease
A rest from excess piety
A modicum of old-fashioned propriety
A chance to live
A chance to give
A time to dance
With my human perchance
Without fear
Of what we’ll hear
Or see too late in the skies
As that final bomb flies
Or worse yet
I’d rather not bet
On the wisdom of warriors and wannabes
Who dare to claim
Things in my name
But only act for themselves to please
Oh just let me purr
While my human strokes my fur
And afternoon sunlight through a grey cloud slants
Pawdicure
It’s past time for my pawdicure
So my claws can be clean and pure
The moon has filled and is passing now
The furniture is shredded (don’t ask me how)
I’m just a simple fellow you see
Wanting my paws to be germ-free
My human complains of pokes and scratches
But it’s not my fault when an errant claw catches
I try to file my claws down each week
And wipe my nose regularly so as not to streak
But the weather is changing and I’m just a cat
So my nose runs and I’m storing winter fat
My claws continue to grow as they will
And keeping them honed is a challenging skill
I don’t want to hurt anyone that I love
But everything around here is up above
So I must leap in order to reach
And claw what I can though I’m not a leech
Odd that my claws make me sound like a politician
For my heart is gold and I don’t just hang about the kitchen
And now . . . it’s time for a deep
. . . s-l-e-e-p - - -
Misplaced Women in Positions of Power
Twas an inept woman looking for a lost nut
That cut JJ open across his gut
Now another misguided woman wants a seat
So she can force life as though it’s a treat
Claims murder is wrong but hard knocks are okay
A forced life of injustice is the natural way
There’s only one way to see the truth
And that’s her way, forsooth
Will the taking of life for justice’s sake
Still be murder or just icing on the cake
Of the legal system’s inherent biases
Against race and class, like eczema and psoriasis?
(Sometimes reaching for a rhyme
Should take a little more time…)
