I saw a younger version of my son today
He sat in the bushes looking to play
I saw his footprints all over my car hood
Right before I saw his tail disappear under a pile of wood
He has that same soulful look as my Boy
A promise of being a most excellent toy
But there's really only one Max for me
That's the one I can't wait to see
Pudee's busy and that's not right
Nouna's been challenging JJ to a fight
Comet wants to join in but doesn't quite know how
Ajax just wants her daily game, and she wants it now
I'm a simple fellow with loving on my mind
All I want is everyone to be gentle and kind
The dryer just stopped so I have to go
I'll lose my seat if I'm too slow
I hear the East Coast is stormy and wet
I'm glad that kind of weather hasn't reached here yet
Tomorrow should be another sunny day
Too bad the weekend won't be staying that way
There's violence on the news today and it's very sad to hear
People go to college to learn, not to live in fear
When the shots rang out, there was little heard
Till two hours later when an email was read by a curious nerd
What kind of warning is only sent on the Net?
People haven't lost their hearing yet
Hindsight, however, is too easy a critique
What should have been is an argument too weak
People do what they do in times of stress
Trying to contain the spread of distress
If they guess right, they're heroes to the world
If they guess wrong, accusations are hurled
Now I'm guessing that Pudee's getting ready to take flight
If she does, I'll be lonely; I don't want to be right
I'd rather by far that she stay right here
I want my Pudee very near.
The sun is back
The wind is up
Nouna's on the prowl
JJ's woe is a full cup
The compost has manure
The Gurlz like it lots
They may be stinky
But JJ's got the hots
That doesn't matter
It's just been a tough day
The music is all madness
Karaoke still holds sway
Why doesn't someone
Make earplugs for cats
Pudee's still yowling
Less sharps, too many flats
Time to turn inward
Find some private place for peace
Hunker down and flatten my ears
Till that pathetic noise does cease
My human found the
Karaoke button this
Weak end - Woe is AI
Note: Max disavows all connection with this entry.
Shannon has snow on the ground and sleet all around
But I've spent today lying out in the sun
Melissa writes of spring in the air and music in her ears
But these warmer temps mean I'm getting nothing done
There are plenty of tasks awaiting my attention:
There's soil to mound and sushi to roll
There's an oven to clean and chicken impatiently waiting,
But I'd rather find air-conditioning and bowl
No, that's not true either, if the truth be told
I'd rather bug PU and practice my firm hold
Someone has accused me of lacking rhythm and tune
A complaint lodged when I last serenaded the moon
But if you could have heard the base caterwauling last night
You, too, would have hidden in awe-inspired fright
As the newly discovered Comcast karaoke "singing" began
And frightened us all: wild beasts, homebound cats, and the neighbor's whole clan
It's okay, Little Darlings, everything is all right
PU will get over it; just sit tight
Morning Observations
It’s always fun
When other chores are done
To return to a blank screen
And try to say what one might really mean
Let’s see –
This morning this Furry Son sat enjoying the Spring sun
As a sprightly young lass bounded joyfully about the grass
There was nothing she couldn’t vault because this morning’s dustup wasn’t her fault
She stretched out her little toe and began to hoe
In the now bereft former turnip patch
Where’d she’d been waiting to watch a wasp hatch
Or perhaps there had been a spider’s eggs
Waiting to burst open between her legs
In any event she was filled with the glee that comes only with release
When one has survived an encounter with a parent and fled in one piece
Now she lies resting from her morning’s exertions
While her sister prowls about looking for her own special excursions
And through it all JJ sits, a silent sentinel
Waiting for his turn to go where he will
Warming's biggest wallop aimed at wildlife, not people | csmonitor.com
Global warming continues to be in the news today
Scientists from around the world have much to say
Some of it's good, some of it's sad
CO2 emissions evidently aren't all bad
Plants are growing bigger and stronger
As warm seasons are lasting longer
But ecosystems can't help but be affected
As species after species can no longer be detected
The coldest climes are hurting the most
As life used to the cold is becoming toast
Everything that wants to survive
Has to shift over or take a dive
Meat and vegetables, whatever they used to eat
Now they must forage for some other treat
I guess I'm lucky my family has become domesticated
Or my littermates and I might also have been ill-fated
It's not enough that GPS now comes standard in every new car
Now they're tracking walruses on their journeys near and far
Truth to tell humans have been tagging animals in the wild
From wintry wastelands to waters where the weather is mild
For more decades than I've been alive
Yet wild creatures still manage to survive
Though their numbers are dwindling, it's true
As constructions buries more and more morning dew
Land, sea, air
All venues once so fair
Are now under continual assault
By humans who deny any fault
Everyone needs nesting spaces for their young and old
Shelters and hideaways from enemies, work, and cold
Harmony is for paintings in drafty halls
Not for wild things trying to avoid abrupt falls
Winter has broken and Spring is upon us
Flowers are blooming with all sorts of fuss
But as we rejoice in the return of warmer days
Politicians debate the ever more bewildering maze
Of climactic changes attributed to global warming
Resulting in melting ice caps and severe storming
An earthquake induced tsunami has ravaged the Solomon Islands
While penguins are disappearing individually and by bands
It's hard to know right from wrong
So much simpler to simply go along
Let "wiser" heads decide what should be done
Then wonder what happened when there's too much sun
Or not enough air - just blame it on the pollen
And try to ignore how many innocents have fallen
The list has grown to hundreds of labels
The death toll is rising too
People should cook for their pets
Mine does; don't you?
Of course, my human shops in Chinatown
But I don't often get gravy
It's just boiled or grilled or baked for us
Nothing havey-cavey
This growing global economy
Has allowed more fingers to point
Companies, like people, need to step up
And admit when they've rolled a joint
Your furry friends have entrusted themselves to you
Believing you know what you're doing
You need to take a firmer stand
And do more than just your usual cooing
Just because you call us pets
Doesn't mean you can neglect our care
Watching out for us
Means more than the occasional bath and trimming of hair
Chicago has banned foie gras-laced hot dogs
That's fine; they're just lumps on logs
Those pups think that they're so fine
You'd never catch me claiming one of them as mine
Their meat is mixed with duck liver paste
Harvested from birds that have been bred in haste
I like my fowl free from contamination
In fact, all my food without need of explanation
But I also believe in free feeding for all
So I'm against banning duck livers from the mall
I'm glad I'm not slated to be made into someone's meal
But seriously, folks, let's get real
This nation runs on speed and commerce
And that, folks, is the end of today's verse.
You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
- Jack London
The sun is shining but my eyes are closed
There's nothing left through which I haven't nosed
The Little Ones may gambol as they please
JJ is still susceptible to a friendly tease
But all I need on such a day as this
Is some timely sweet loving and a gentle kiss
Food there is aplenty, of that I can be sure
Water is where I want it without an estate tour
The roaring of planes overhead are easy to ignore
Only the dreaded kitty eater is still not a bore
I don't have to file taxes because I have four paws
No IRS agent can get me with his legal claws
Looming tax deadlines don't worry me
Because as a cat, I'm financially free
 clipped from www.dailymail.co.uk
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Been awhile since we've had a proper rain
With water visibly running across each pane
The kind of day that makes you just want to huddle
Deep in the blankets with your favorite cuddle
No sense sitting out in the kitchen cold
Just to prove that your heart is bold
Better to find your favorite warm place
And claim it before someone tries to steal your space
The Little Gurlz have been restless all morning
Well aware of the overnight meteorological warning
That there's a storm coming, as all the SF movies claim
Right before everyone in sight gets maimed
But that's a different subject than this
As I sit here making a wish
For sunny skies or warm bodies or both
That stimulate positive feelings and healthy growth
It's a good day to ignore what passes these days for news
Items that remind me more of little kittens' mews
With all those reports of the piteous states
Of people and places and nonexistent rebates
Today is better by far I think
For rambling and stopping to sip a refreshing drink
Max was very brave today
Held his ground and did not sway
Nouna held her place as well
Until the monstrous sound did swell
JJ wisely sat outside
A little unnerved but too proud to hide
The Gurlz were flashes of tail in flight
Better today to run than fight
Perhaps that's why later in the day
Each tried to swing at poor JJ
The simple truth is that everyone turns tail
When the vacuum comes, it's time to bail
Pudee's unhappy
So it's up to me
To make her feel better,
Her worries unfetter
Her arm is sore
Perhaps a muscle she tore
Or maybe there's a pinched nerve
That she doesn't deserve
The doctor sounds nice,
Gave her pharmaceutical advice
A pill for the arm, a wash for the ear,
Come back in a week when everything's clear
Pudee came home through the rain and brought back the sun
Listened to the doctor and promised to run
But Pudee likes to eat
Before stroking my feet
So here we sit, Pudee and I,
Cuddling before the keyboard
All warm and dry.
Tomorrow the sun will shine again
The kitty eater will be out
To vacuum up my den
Tomorrow is soon enough to worry
About life's ongoing strains
Today it's great to be loved and furry.
Pet food maker announces major recall - Yahoo! News
Now, this is an article that disturbs me as much as other articles might disturb my human. I'll be the first to admit that I like chunks of meat slathered in gravy, and my human knows that. I guess I should be grateful that JJ's delicate gastronomic difficulties have pretty much put such delicacies out of the majority of cans in our cupboard of late. We've been getting a pretty exclusive diet of canned tuna combinations, the taurine-laced chicken coming primarily in the form of admittedly tasty crunchies (dry food). On rare occasions, (such as my birthday), we get fresh shrimp - yum!
Now I ask you, what's one company doing distributing canned goods under 17, count 'em: seventeen different labels? How's a fella to know whether or not he's being fed safe food? If I wanted to take my chances with my diet, I'd follow my mother back to the feral world...
Ah well...
Smoke smoke everywhere
How's a cat to breathe?
It smells like fire and danger here
How could danger be so near?
What is Pudee thinking of doing
With all that smoky burning
There's good meat, too, going to waste
Steaming and melting and turning to paste
The day is long and, oh, so hot
Wouldn't it be easier to use a pot?
Why must there be all this smoke
That makes a fella want to choke?
We're all locked in
The Gurlz are driving me crazy
With their dashing about
And their whoopsa daisy
The sun has set
The fire's died down
The meat is in
It's quiet all around
That's pork.
It smells so good
Is that for humans
Or is it nekko food?
You stink,
I think
But that's okay
I love you anyway
Achoooooo!
Rumor has it there's a woman running for the presidency
Which is fine, since she's already had experience in residency
But some media midget notes that not all women might vote for her
As though any other choice suggests the opposite of a cur
After all, men have historically voted for men
(Not as though there'd been any other kinds of candidates then)
Of course, they thought all Roman Catholics would vote for Kennedy
And feared some sort of religious remedy
For whatever it was that ailed this country then
Something about an oversized police action in some tropical fen
Now, of course, we're wrestling with a post-war stabilizing action
That has outraged yet another nationwide anti-war faction
But it's good to see that life progresses
And all the ills our military redresses
So that the American Way is preserved
And contestants can be mocked as they deserved
On televised game shows and talent hunts
And annual athletic tournament runts
Can strut their stuff with pride and glee
To the everlasting amusement of viewers like me
Pudee's clearly in need of kneading
And I do the best that I can
But it's hard to do a proper job
When nasty chemicals create a ban
Then there's the bit about never being home
That just adds to the daunting challenge
Of doing the job though banished to the fringe
Those muscles are so tight, you see
And the pressure is clearly mounting
All I can do is keep up the lovings
And let my paws do the counting
