#skunk - Hello Poetry

(Model: Striped Truffle-Hunter) Congratulations! You are now the proud owner of a Flower-Cat, the most delightful and misunderstood snuggle-machine on the planet. Forget everything you thought you knew. Your life is about to become 100% more adorable. This guide will help you navigate the wonderful world of being a Flower-Cat parent. Chapter 1: The Welcome Home Wiggle Your Flower-Cat is home! They may seem shy, but this is a clever ruse to make you earn their affection, which they will then dispense in overwhelming quantities. •Your First Task: Prepare a "Burrow Box." This is a cardboard box filled with old t-shirts that smell like you. Your Flower-Cat will immediately dive in, snuffle around, and declare it the best thing that has ever existed. •The Stomp Dance: You may witness a rapid-fire stomping of the front paws. DO NOT PANIC. This is not aggression. This is the "Happy Feet" dance, a ritual used to express extreme excitement, usually about an impending meal or the fact that you have a very interesting-looking shoelace. •The Hand-Hold: Gently offer the back of your hand. Your Flower-Cat will likely sniff it, lick it, and then hold it with their tiny, perfect paws. This is a binding contract of friendship. You are now obligated to provide snacks on demand. Chapter 2: The Culinary Arts (Or, "Gourmet Grubs") Flower-Cats are enthusiastic food critics. They believe every meal should be a five-star experience. •Primary Diet: A high-quality, specialized omnivore mix is key. But let's be real, the real joy comes from treats. •Approved Delicacies (The "Snackrifice" List): •Mealworms: The potato chips of the insect world. Crispy, crunchy, and utterly irresistible. •Scrambled Eggs: Serve unseasoned and slightly warm. Your Flower-Cat will eat this with a level of seriousness usually reserved for international diplomacy. •Avocado: The highest form of currency. A small piece of avocado can be used to broker peace treaties, apologize for accidentally waking them from a nap, or simply to witness a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. •Blueberries: They will chase a single blueberry around the floor for ten minutes before eating it. This is dinner and a show. Chapter 3: Playtime & The Art of "Tummy-Up Tumbling" A bored Flower-Cat is a sad Flower-Cat. Luckily, their idea of "play" is heart-meltingly cute. •Feather Wands: They will attack a feather wand with the ferocity of a mighty house cat, which is to say, they will bat at it gently and then fall over. •The "Dig Box": A shallow bin filled with play sand or dirt. This allows them to fulfill their instinctual need to dig for treasure (the treasure is usually a toy you buried two inches deep). The happy snuffling sounds are your reward. •Tummy-Up Protocol: When your Flower-Cat rolls onto its back, presenting its fluffy, striped belly, this is the highest honor. It is an invitation for gentle tummy rubs. Do not be alarmed by the accompanying leg wiggles and happy sighs. This is the creature's main power source. Chapter 4: The Infamous "Spicy Perfume" (And How to Avoid It) Let's talk about the elephant in the room. Yes, your Flower-Cat has a "security system." No, you will likely never experience it. A happy, well-loved Flower-Cat has no reason to deploy its "spicy spritz." •Warning Signs (The "Please Don't" Protocol): 1.The "Happy Feet" stomp becomes more serious. 2.They might hiss like a tiny, leaky tire. 3.They will turn their back and raise their magnificent, fluffy tail. •How to Respond: Simply say, "Okay, I get it, you need some space," and walk away slowly. That's it. You have successfully de-escalated the situation. The "perfume" is reserved for genuine, scary threats, like a rogue vacuum cleaner or a particularly aggressive shadow. You are not a threat; you are the Keeper of the Snacks. Final Word: Your Flower-Cat will enrich your life in ways you can't imagine. They will teach you the joy of a perfectly ripe berry, the art of a world-class nap, and the profound peace of a quiet snuggle. Welcome to the club. You're one of us now.

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Dec 4, 2025

Dec 4, 2025 at 11:16 AM UTC

Silfrinlogi

The Official Snuggler's Guide to Your New Flower-Cat (Part One *point* Five)

(Model: Striped Truffle-Hunter) Congratulations! You are now the proud owner of a Flower-Cat, the most delightful and misunderstood snuggle-machine on the planet. Forget everything you thought you knew. Your life is about to become 100% more adorable. This guide will help you navigate the wonderful world of being a Flower-Cat parent. Chapter 1: The Welcome Home Wiggle Your Flower-Cat is home! They may seem shy, but this is a clever ruse to make you earn their affection, which they will then dispense in overwhelming quantities. •Your First Task: Prepare a "Burrow Box." This is a cardboard box filled with old t-shirts that smell like you. Your Flower-Cat will immediately dive in, snuffle around, and declare it the best thing that has ever existed. •The Stomp Dance: You may witness a rapid-fire stomping of the front paws. DO NOT PANIC. This is not aggression. This is the "Happy Feet" dance, a ritual used to express extreme excitement, usually about an impending meal or the fact that you have a very interesting-looking shoelace. •The Hand-Hold: Gently offer the back of your hand. Your Flower-Cat will likely sniff it, lick it, and then hold it with their tiny, perfect paws. This is a binding contract of friendship. You are now obligated to provide snacks on demand. Chapter 2: The Culinary Arts (Or, "Gourmet Grubs") Flower-Cats are enthusiastic food critics. They believe every meal should be a five-star experience. •Primary Diet: A high-quality, specialized omnivore mix is key. But let's be real, the real joy comes from treats. •Approved Delicacies (The "Snackrifice" List): •Mealworms: The potato chips of the insect world. Crispy, crunchy, and utterly irresistible. •Scrambled Eggs: Serve unseasoned and slightly warm. Your Flower-Cat will eat this with a level of seriousness usually reserved for international diplomacy. •Avocado: The highest form of currency. A small piece of avocado can be used to broker peace treaties, apologize for accidentally waking them from a nap, or simply to witness a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. •Blueberries: They will chase a single blueberry around the floor for ten minutes before eating it. This is dinner and a show. Chapter 3: Playtime & The Art of "Tummy-Up Tumbling" A bored Flower-Cat is a sad Flower-Cat. Luckily, their idea of "play" is heart-meltingly cute. •Feather Wands: They will attack a feather wand with the ferocity of a mighty house cat, which is to say, they will bat at it gently and then fall over. •The "Dig Box": A shallow bin filled with play sand or dirt. This allows them to fulfill their instinctual need to dig for treasure (the treasure is usually a toy you buried two inches deep). The happy snuffling sounds are your reward. •Tummy-Up Protocol: When your Flower-Cat rolls onto its back, presenting its fluffy, striped belly, this is the highest honor. It is an invitation for gentle tummy rubs. Do not be alarmed by the accompanying leg wiggles and happy sighs. This is the creature's main power source. Chapter 4: The Infamous "Spicy Perfume" (And How to Avoid It) Let's talk about the elephant in the room. Yes, your Flower-Cat has a "security system." No, you will likely never experience it. A happy, well-loved Flower-Cat has no reason to deploy its "spicy spritz." •Warning Signs (The "Please Don't" Protocol): 1.The "Happy Feet" stomp becomes more serious. 2.They might hiss like a tiny, leaky tire. 3.They will turn their back and raise their magnificent, fluffy tail. •How to Respond: Simply say, "Okay, I get it, you need some space," and walk away slowly. That's it. You have successfully de-escalated the situation. The "perfume" is reserved for genuine, scary threats, like a rogue vacuum cleaner or a particularly aggressive shadow. You are not a threat; you are the Keeper of the Snacks. Final Word: Your Flower-Cat will enrich your life in ways you can't imagine. They will teach you the joy of a perfectly ripe berry, the art of a world-class nap, and the profound peace of a quiet snuggle. Welcome to the club. You're one of us now.

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Forget the tales of terror and of fright, And gaze upon this creature of the night! He isn't spooky, scary, mean, or cross, He's just a cat... but with a coat of gloss! A walking, waddling, perfect little friend, With a bonus stripe that goes from end to end. He's not a pest, he's not a stinky beast, He's a Flower-Cat, to say the very least! His fur is silk, a river of black ink, Softer and plusher than you'd ever think. That snowy stripe? A racing line for fun! A zipper showing where the snuggles have begun! His tiny paws, like little leather beans, Are perfect for fulfilling all your dreams Of holding hands with something sweet and small, Who'll gladly come whenever you should call. His nose, a button, shiny, wet, and pink, It gives a little twitch and then a wink! He snuffles through the grass with happy sighs, With two dark, trusting, marble-shiny eyes. He doesn't walk, he trundles with a bounce, A furry, friendly, twenty-something ounce Of pure delight, a roly-poly ball, Just waiting to come tumbling down the hall! He stomps his feet in a cha-cha of pure glee, A tiny tantrum, cute as cute can be! It isn't anger, it's a small "Hello!" A little dance to say, "Where did you go?" He'll dig for grubs with such a serious face, Then roll around all over the whole place, His little legs just wiggling in the air, A fluffy tummy begging for your care! And when he's sleepy, oh, the heart-melt starts, He'll burrow in and capture all the hearts. He'll curl into a perfect doughnut shape, A yin-and-yang of fur, a sweet escape. He'll tuck his nose right underneath his tail, (The famous tail from that erroneous tale). He'll make small sighs and sleepy, snuffly sounds, The most adorable snores on all the grounds! So don't you worry 'bout that silly spray, That's just his perfume for a rainy day! A last resort, a "please leave me alone," A spicy spritz from his defensive throne. But you're his friend! You'll only get the fluff, The cuddles, and the "I-love-you" stuff. So open up your home, what will you lose? You need a Flower-Cat to cure the blues!

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Dec 4, 2025

Dec 4, 2025 at 11:14 AM UTC

Silfrinlogi

Ode to the Flower-Cat (Part One)

Forget the tales of terror and of fright, And gaze upon this creature of the night! He isn't spooky, scary, mean, or cross, He's just a cat... but with a coat of gloss! A walking, waddling, perfect little friend, With a bonus stripe that goes from end to end. He's not a pest, he's not a stinky beast, He's a Flower-Cat, to say the very least! His fur is silk, a river of black ink, Softer and plusher than you'd ever think. That snowy stripe? A racing line for fun! A zipper showing where the snuggles have begun! His tiny paws, like little leather beans, Are perfect for fulfilling all your dreams Of holding hands with something sweet and small, Who'll gladly come whenever you should call. His nose, a button, shiny, wet, and pink, It gives a little twitch and then a wink! He snuffles through the grass with happy sighs, With two dark, trusting, marble-shiny eyes. He doesn't walk, he trundles with a bounce, A furry, friendly, twenty-something ounce Of pure delight, a roly-poly ball, Just waiting to come tumbling down the hall! He stomps his feet in a cha-cha of pure glee, A tiny tantrum, cute as cute can be! It isn't anger, it's a small "Hello!" A little dance to say, "Where did you go?" He'll dig for grubs with such a serious face, Then roll around all over the whole place, His little legs just wiggling in the air, A fluffy tummy begging for your care! And when he's sleepy, oh, the heart-melt starts, He'll burrow in and capture all the hearts. He'll curl into a perfect doughnut shape, A yin-and-yang of fur, a sweet escape. He'll tuck his nose right underneath his tail, (The famous tail from that erroneous tale). He'll make small sighs and sleepy, snuffly sounds, The most adorable snores on all the grounds! So don't you worry 'bout that silly spray, That's just his perfume for a rainy day! A last resort, a "please leave me alone," A spicy spritz from his defensive throne. But you're his friend! You'll only get the fluff, The cuddles, and the "I-love-you" stuff. So open up your home, what will you lose? You need a Flower-Cat to cure the blues!

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Driving down the road at night an oblivious skunk walks out in front of me forcing a brake stomp chaos car slides like the items inside stopping inches before the skunk who nonchalantly scurries off frustration fills my car whose contents have been turned upside down but I can’t begrudge the skunk because creatures follow a different set of rules especially skunks so the road continues to be traveled but I wish I had never had to deal with that skunk because the stench of its spray sticks to my Focus.

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Oct 25, 2021

Oct 25, 2021 at 2:22 AM UTC

andrew-rueter

Skunk

Driving down the road at night an oblivious skunk walks out in front of me forcing a brake stomp chaos car slides like the items inside stopping inches before the skunk who nonchalantly scurries off frustration fills my car whose contents have been turned upside down but I can’t begrudge the skunk because creatures follow a different set of rules especially skunks so the road continues to be traveled but I wish I had never had to deal with that skunk because the stench of its spray sticks to my Focus.

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She wore a Golden Salamander (brooch) That's quite a lizard you got there, I said "Lizard!" she replied quite affronted, "that's no lizard, that's my Golden, my Golden Salamander", So what does it stand for then this, this Golden Salamander, I asked " What does it stand for, my Golden Salamander!!! ", she almost shrieked, " it stands for Strength, Courage and Fortitude, qualities you've probably never even heard of! " O! I replied, I thought it might have meant you were just one slippery customer, "Well, what creature would you have to encapsulate your qualities I wonder", she said, "I bet you have none". O! But I do, I said surprising her, and then...then I whipped it out, hidden behind my shirt, a necklace, I showed it to her. " It's...it's a Scorpion ", she said, No! I corrected her, it's...it's a Black Scorpion She gave a little gasp, and then she started to stammer " You... you're... you're not Him, are you, you're not the... the real...the real Black Scorpion " Guilty as charged I answered with a little bow, at your service Mom, Well suddenly her glass, it fell to the floor as her hands they rushed to cradle her face And then she let out this fearful roar "It's!... It's the Black Scorpion!!!" Suddenly the whole room it went quiet, all the music and chatter coming to an abrupt halt as every head turned in our direction Then the next moment... Sheer Pandemonium had broken out As glasses were tossed aside, tables and chairs overturned as a hundred frenzied guests scrambled toward the door to get out But...but it was too late, Me! I'd already...farted You see I wasn't really The Black Scorpion at all, I'd only been pretending, messing about Secretly all the time, all along I'd really been just...yea! I'd just been The Blue Skunk, The Blue Skunk in disguise.

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Mar 17, 2021

Mar 17, 2021 at 4:56 PM UTC

bardo

The Golden Salamander (The Blue Skunk Strikes Again)

She wore a Golden Salamander (brooch) That's quite a lizard you got there, I said "Lizard!" she replied quite affronted, "that's no lizard, that's my Golden, my Golden Salamander", So what does it stand for then this, this Golden Salamander, I asked " What does it stand for, my Golden Salamander!!! ", she almost shrieked, " it stands for Strength, Courage and Fortitude, qualities you've probably never even heard of! " O! I replied, I thought it might have meant you were just one slippery customer, "Well, what creature would you have to encapsulate your qualities I wonder", she said, "I bet you have none". O! But I do, I said surprising her, and then...then I whipped it out, hidden behind my shirt, a necklace, I showed it to her. " It's...it's a Scorpion ", she said, No! I corrected her, it's...it's a Black Scorpion She gave a little gasp, and then she started to stammer " You... you're... you're not Him, are you, you're not the... the real...the real Black Scorpion " Guilty as charged I answered with a little bow, at your service Mom, Well suddenly her glass, it fell to the floor as her hands they rushed to cradle her face And then she let out this fearful roar "It's!... It's the Black Scorpion!!!" Suddenly the whole room it went quiet, all the music and chatter coming to an abrupt halt as every head turned in our direction Then the next moment... Sheer Pandemonium had broken out As glasses were tossed aside, tables and chairs overturned as a hundred frenzied guests scrambled toward the door to get out But...but it was too late, Me! I'd already...farted You see I wasn't really The Black Scorpion at all, I'd only been pretending, messing about Secretly all the time, all along I'd really been just...yea! I'd just been The Blue Skunk, The Blue Skunk in disguise.

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When I'm with you the world Stops spinning and time Ceases to exist Little branches Covered with hazy bits Earth wind fire and water join Forces as we journey to nirvana Aroma of skunk fills my nose The smoke is thick and soothing Our time together is forbidden And that makes it so much sweeter

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Aug 10, 2018

Aug 10, 2018 at 9:34 PM UTC

Kaywame

Forbidden Fruit

When I'm with you the world Stops spinning and time Ceases to exist Little branches Covered with hazy bits Earth wind fire and water join Forces as we journey to nirvana Aroma of skunk fills my nose The smoke is thick and soothing Our time together is forbidden And that makes it so much sweeter

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Hailstorms with big winds, trees writhing in breezes Coyotes howling in moonlight, dogs when they sneezes Alloys and carved toys, stone gargoyles with wings These are a few of my favorite things. Skunk smells carried gently on nocturnal breezes Sly double entendres and tickley teases Beautiful salmon colored sunsets that make my jaw drop Smell of pine 'n cedar in my sauna and wood shop! Dolphins and doggies and toddlers and mooses Saunas and cold plunges and honking V-flying gooses Small mutts and storytellers and Pixar cartoons Crazy call of the Maine dark of night loons These are some of my nurturing tunes! Volcanoes with lava and magma all oozing Cross country skiing just gliding and cruising Receiving massages unwinding and unbruising I love my collections of adhesives and strings These are a few of my favorite things! So when the wasps sting When the bored people whine Wen I'm feeling dispirited and sad I just think of a few of my favorite things And I don't feel…so…bad!

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Apr 4, 2015

Apr 4, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC

chrystos-minot

My Favorite Things

Hailstorms with big winds, trees writhing in breezes Coyotes howling in moonlight, dogs when they sneezes Alloys and carved toys, stone gargoyles with wings These are a few of my favorite things. Skunk smells carried gently on nocturnal breezes Sly double entendres and tickley teases Beautiful salmon colored sunsets that make my jaw drop Smell of pine 'n cedar in my sauna and wood shop! Dolphins and doggies and toddlers and mooses Saunas and cold plunges and honking V-flying gooses Small mutts and storytellers and Pixar cartoons Crazy call of the Maine dark of night loons These are some of my nurturing tunes! Volcanoes with lava and magma all oozing Cross country skiing just gliding and cruising Receiving massages unwinding and unbruising I love my collections of adhesives and strings These are a few of my favorite things! So when the wasps sting When the bored people whine Wen I'm feeling dispirited and sad I just think of a few of my favorite things And I don't feel…so…bad!

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