March 29th 2011 4:10 pm
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Mommy tried to take dictation, but her stupid work wouldn't let her get on Catster. Whats wrong with them?
So, I was wondering, where is my Secret Admirer?
I was wondering if it was Tink. But then I saw...Tink has Finney. Great party by the way, Finney.
I'm wondering if it's oen of the little girlcats I don't know so well, but would like to!
Whoever you are, bring some chicken, would you? It seems a long time since we had any, like Friday or something. Even when I meow up at Daddy, he just says 'Ruffy, you ate 3 times today already!" But daddy, it wasn't chicken!
So, please, secret admirer, could you bring me some chicken?
I sure could do with some.
So, I wrote this:
To my unknown little delicat fur
All day long I sit and purr
Wondering who you might be?
Are you black or calico or orange like me?
It's a riddle and it makes me wonder
and makes my heart pound like thunder
Oh, and it makes my heart quicken
Just like when I think of chicken.
Ah sweet girlcats!
And I toast the Queen of them All...
The Immortal Hazel Lucy. Sigh.
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Aww, the poem is so sweet.
You can have all my chicken but I can not live up to Sweet Hazel Lucy.
Tou can have my chicken too!!! But stay out of the nip!!!
Wait, anon....is that you, sweetie? Is that you? If it is, please don't be sniffin!
I mean, it's different with Hazel Lucy. She's married, and it's but a boyich cat echo of wistful kitten love, such as the kind you have on that wonderful cat that sits outside your window, grooming her paws when you're a kit.
No my wee lass...where go you? Who ARE YOU???
MOL! Great poem!
chicken is the best isnt it?
MOL! Love your poem Ruffy!