It's so fun to have cats eating out of your hand.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXCII)
Wash up their bowls, refill, and then, defense:
Put on the kettle for yes, Barry's. (Hail
My lack of sense in crafting that.) Detail
It with a wedge of brie which they share hence.
Yes, Tigger's post is in my lap fr'intents,
And Peter's on the floor; she hooks sans bail
My hand whenas she wants a bite t'avail,
Til he gives up, to wander off from thence.
The "kitty kurls" toy they've worn out in tour,
And she thinks that the ball is hers. I do
Not quite agree, and after letting her
Extract it three times, I hide it. Where to?
She's moping since. Yes, hiding off in poor
'Scuse til, what shall I do? LORD, I need You.
29Aug25d
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 11:57 PM UTC
It's so fun to have cats eating out of your hand.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXCII)
Wash up their bowls, refill, and then, defense:
Put on the kettle for yes, Barry's. (Hail
My lack of sense in crafting that.) Detail
It with a wedge of brie which they share hence.
Yes, Tigger's post is in my lap fr'intents,
And Peter's on the floor; she hooks sans bail
My hand whenas she wants a bite t'avail,
Til he gives up, to wander off from thence.
The "kitty kurls" toy they've worn out in tour,
And she thinks that the ball is hers. I do
Not quite agree, and after letting her
Extract it three times, I hide it. Where to?
She's moping since. Yes, hiding off in poor
'Scuse til, what shall I do? LORD, I need You.
29Aug25d
This lack of sleep since I cannot sleep until the sun sets, yet am only scheduled for third shift, sees some crazy things, like trying to fill the tea *** and stupidly failing to do so, then...well, you get the idea.
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