The itty bitty city kitty
She thought she was the best
She thought she was so witty;
Much better than the rest.

The itty bitty city kitty
Begged to be put to the test
That’s the reason for this ditty
She felt there was no contest.

The itty bitty kitty
Runs home to her nest.
She hates the nitty gritty;
Her voice loudly expressed.

The itty bitty kitty
Will always request
Travis Tritt and Conway Twitty
For her country music zest.

The little bitty kitty
In the cold she wears a vest.
She never learned to knitty
Though we’d have been impressed.

The itty bitty kitty
Takes scorn as just a jest.
She doesn’t need your pity.
She’s on a kitty quest.

The little bitty kitty
Likes her covers messed.
It kind of makes her giddy.
Likes her comfort best.

Your orange fur.
Sleep now sweet boy.
You don't have to stay alive if it hurts.
I know it's hard.
You had good times.
Biting my feet when I tried to have tea in the morning.
Sleeping by me every night.
Chasing rabbits in dawns early light.
I've heard heavens real nice.
There's probably a lot of mice.
You were a sweet boy.
I love you.
I will always love you.
Bye my kitty boy.
Let go if u can't fight anymore.

Bonnie, Bonnie Burning Bright
Patrols the wilds of her yard
Where frogs and lizards live in fear
And fearsome squirrels must ever guard

They shrink from Clydesdale for her size
Though Bonnie is the faster
Perceiving her as less a threat
Unknowing, court disaster

When Bonnie gives in to the chase
A shining blur of black and white
Yet in the sun stretched eyes half-closed
Seems farthest possible from flight

For Bonnie's vices stem entire
From being fully cat
As clearly all her virtues do
And Clydesdale's too, at that

My Bonnie is my wayward child
My friend belonging not to me
For even purring in my lap
Her tyger soul is wild and free

14Apr99

I sat with a cat in my lap.
This cat is having a nap.
I wish she'd get off me,
I have to go ***.
This cat in my lap should ****.

This kitty is itty & bitty.
She jumped up to where I was sitting.
She needs to get down,
I'm wearing a frown.
My bladder is making me giddy.

So here I sit like a twit.
My lap must be made of catnip.
My need is so great
But she just won't vacate.
This cat in my lap should get.

Ustyrlig mis
Nej, du må ikke tis
På vores åh så værdifulde krybe

Tolk nu mis-
Tolk din historie,
Som du nu har fyldt med tis.

Åh mis
Så forunderlig,
Så nysgerrig du er.
Men kan du ikke se,
At dine unger tisser på din krybe.

Tænk nu mis,
Tænk.
At din krybe er sat til sænk,
Vis du ikke beslutter dig for at tænk'

For hunden vil snart gø
Og så må du dø.

No more Midnight, Midnight's dead
Earth's illness came and hit her head
Did she even know how hard she bled?
Could she even see the red?

Oh, Midnight, now your eyes are closed
Your ignorance even more exposed
And now you'll always be composed
Your heart - those gorgeous eyes - enclosed

But your eyes will never be so bright
Your pupils won't dilate in the light
You'll never see another sight
You'll never ever walk the night

Who's affection now will seem-
to keep me peaceful while I dream?
In sleep's embrace, will I stay clean?
With no embrace, her eyes unseen

Midnight, Midnight, rest's in peace
I miss her eyes, her heart has ceased
Her blank stare is now deceased
Her fragile body, now released

Now Midnight won't be bugged by time
She has no tears, she can't see mine
Now she's with the moon, enshrined
She never understood this rhyme...

Midnight watching, golden-eyed
watching from her raven skies
watching, timeless, as we live and die
watching, sickened, when we lie

We say no when we mean yes,
we deny our own distress,
we make good things a **** mess,
when we ignore our happiness

Midnight, Midnight, eyes so bright,
pupils dilated when there is no light,
she has seen so many sights,
even though she lives in night

Her affection, it does seem,
to keep us peaceful while we dream,
in sleeps embrace, when we are clean,
when we don't have to think a thing

Midnight, Midnight, knows no time,
doesn't count her own tears, let alone mine,
the moon to her is just a floating dime,
she does not (do you?) understand this rhyme...

You taught me what it felt to be one and the same, with a girl whose smile and perfection is, one and the same.

You taught me how to wish for things we don't need, like a body to hold onto under satin white sheets.

You taught me how to feel accompanied, regardless of the lack of company. Butterfly wings, make me feel crowded enough.

...

And then I realize how long it's been since you've left.  But these are lessons you've taught so well, so I still remember –

How it feels to want to be one and the same, with a girl whose smile makes her mistakes go away.

How it feels to lie alone under satin white sheets, wishing that having you beside me was something I didn't need.

... I still remember when Alexander used to be Alex and Her

... I've never learned how to forget.