...most of the time.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCXCIII)
Come, mischief pads about on four paws, tail
Held high and twitching, as the cutest sense
Of kittens looks for trouble. Grapes from hence
Left out are ***** to chase, and leave sans bail
Out in the walkway til sweet sticky'd trail
Aught hope of finding. And how "innocence"
Returns your query with no answer thence
For all the little messes you'd bewail.
There was a reason Mum said cats as twere
Were best outdoors likeas the dog, the two
On snowy mornings looking in like's poor
To leave them out there, but the ancient crew
Of orn'ments did not 'scape sweet mischief's tour
Of duty as, of course, we'll swear "Mum knew."
17Dec25a
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 7:56 PM UTC
...most of the time.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCXCIII)
Come, mischief pads about on four paws, tail
Held high and twitching, as the cutest sense
Of kittens looks for trouble. Grapes from hence
Left out are ***** to chase, and leave sans bail
Out in the walkway til sweet sticky'd trail
Aught hope of finding. And how "innocence"
Returns your query with no answer thence
For all the little messes you'd bewail.
There was a reason Mum said cats as twere
Were best outdoors likeas the dog, the two
On snowy mornings looking in like's poor
To leave them out there, but the ancient crew
Of orn'ments did not 'scape sweet mischief's tour
Of duty as, of course, we'll swear "Mum knew."
17Dec25a
I love them.
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