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!
at

3 comments:

  1. AnonymousJune 20, 2017 at 7:50 AM

    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

    ReplyDelete
  2. Roberta XJune 21, 2017 at 6:34 AM

    You are entirely welcome!

    ReplyDelete
  3. RitchieJune 22, 2017 at 7:30 PM

    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.

    ReplyDelete

Comment moderation is enabled. Your comment will not be visible until approved. Arguing or use of insulting or derogatory language will result in your comment going unpublished: no name-calling. Comments I deem excessively partisan will not be published.