Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Singing To My Cat

Tam Keel photo
Huck, Huck, the giant cat
Reached for my food as I sat.
Thinks to claim it with a touch
Because his hunger is so much.

Sixteen pounds in striped fur,
Small for a tiger and he purrs--
He wants my breakfast, lunch and dinner, too.
Huck, eggs and a banger aren't good for you!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I always read, if rarely comment, but thought I should break the latter habit this morning to tell you that both this and the Rannie song made me genuinely smile on a bad morning. Thank you, ma'am!

Katherine

Roberta X said...

You are entirely welcome!

Rich P said...

Soft kitty, warm kitty,
little ball of claws.
Soft kitty, warm kitty,
claw, claw, claw.


Gibbs, Gibbs, the musical cat.
When he meows you know where he's at.

With apologies to grammarnazis everywhere.