#kittenscats
We are.
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Rye toast, eggs, bacon, naught else for intents
Save guac for me, and raspb'rry jam t'avail
Him, breakfast fairly light, it's that detail
Of bacon and the cats which begs defense,
Since they did steal his brie(where I'd sans sense
Left it out with his cuppa tea sans bail
To showr) and he was not too happy, they'll
Be scanted as I covered his food. Whence?
They won't touch mine. So he must as it were
Give me dear Peter's sob tale til I rue
What? Eat but half my bacon, then give her
None, just to Peter. He then gives his too,
And gives his other slice to Tigger. Poor
As nary bacon, LORD, how I thank You.
29Aug25b
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 11:53 PM UTC
Heheh.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLXXXIX)
Off late in lieu of early, which detail
Next? Three lanes of traffic northbound halted thence
And creeping 'long for...what?! a spun car hence
Not north but southbound, two state troopers' scale
Of sheer protection and two cones avail
Whom? Just as dawn breaks. So much for suspense.
I'm back home late, as if there's no defense,
The cats quite glad to see me in betrayl.
How they bounce wildly, off the walls in tour,
Yes, knocking stuff down like's okay to do.
He even jumps at lo, the wall, in poor
'Scuse crashing down into their food bowl, to
With Tigger, look at the huge mess he'd stir
Thereby, as LORD, Thy mercies new, where, too?
29Aug25a
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 11:50 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
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 11:57 PM UTC
...how long until he relaxes again?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLXXXIV)
They took her collar off, were skittish thence
Because they knew twas naughty, that detail
What both had worn on none because I'd fail
To make it small enough. They slid it hence
Off thus; left on the bedroom floor, their sense
Of naughtiness keen, I teased them t'avail
Cuz I was not about to let the trail
Stay hot since they need that likeas defense.
Or so I thought. Let them relax in tour
Lest they resist, and when the naughty two
Are sleeping, talk of how with him. Is't poor?
I had to do hers first. He cornered too
Dear Peter, who hissed at me and as twere
Now runs from me. Oh LORD, what should I do?
27Aug25c
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 11:48 PM UTC
Ahem.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLXXXIIII)
The game of yes, pipe cleaners, raised sans bail
Its stakes, for I am not allowed aught hence,
All are the cats to dance oer, leaving thence
Their toys wherever. Hide mine here t'avail
Or there, how Tigger'd query, that detail
No safety as she hunts and filches, sense
Keen on all I have, til where is defense?
I've givn them now a couple, but all'd fail.
Is it a game of hide-and-seek as twere?
Oh me! Mine used to sit out in plain view
Where I could grab and use it sans in tour
A second thought; no nowhere's safe. The two
Have put dibs on ALL sets of that til's poor
Now to resist? Oh LORD, how we wait You.
27Aug25b
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 11:46 PM UTC