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Posted on 03/21/2005 8:08:47 AM PST by JustAmy
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LOL. I know!! And the chocolate is the only good part of a chocolate covered raisin.
Oh, that is sooooo pretty! Can I grab her for my profile page?
; )
(The previous posts are for chocolate lovers only.)
A kitty, who thought it would be cool
To put a suit on and dive in the pool;
But after the splash
He did not feel so brash,
He forgot the Dry Cat's Golden Rule!
Sure ;-)
Rolling on moving floor looking for butt!!
Thank you, Tulip.
Go Jack!!
Lippen schmackin!
I think that about covers it.
Dark Nights
He said he’d be with her “Til Death do us part.”
I don’t think she quite realized,
She couldn’t see in the depths of his heart,
One day she’d somehow be despised.
She didn't know what she was in for,
She had too much of living to share.
She didn’t seem one who would come to Death’s door,
Til the day he escorted her there.
She’d become his own living albatross,
The “dark nights” just kept slipping on by.
He determined, regardless of who felt the loss,
He would only be free if she’d die.
Though it made him appear just the worst kind of cad,
And the nation implored him to stop.
He was given the power to do something bad,
That he stubbornly wouldn’t let drop.
One has to wonder what is there in his heart,
If there is any room there at all.
The dog in the manger can now give up his part.
Lord, why did this girl have to fall?
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . March 23, 2005
That is beyond cute!
Limerick about my Cat
There was once a cat named Toffy,
She said "I'd like to to drink coffee",
Put her nose in my cup,
Follows a big angry cough,
"Coffee is bad for cats" concluded Toffy.
Hodge the Cat
By Sarah Chauncy Woolsey (Susan Coolidge)
Burly and big, his books among,
Good Samuel Johnson sat,
With frowning brows and wig askew,
His snuff-strewn waistcoat far from new;
So stern and menacing his air,
That neither Black Sam,
nor the maid
To knock or interrupt him dare;
Yet close beside him, unafraid,
Sat Hodge, the cat.
"This participle," the Doctor wrote,
"The modern scholar cavils at,
But," - even as he penned the word,
A soft, protesting note was heard;
The Doctor fumbled with his pen,
The dawning thought took wings and flew,
The sound repeated, come again,
It was a faint, reminding "Mew!"
From Hodge, the cat...
The Dictionary was laid down,
The Doctor tied his vast cravat,
And down the buzzing street he strode,
Taking an often-trodden road,
And halted at a well-known stall:
"Fishmonger," spoke the Doctor gruff,
"Give me six oysters, that is all;
Hodge knows when he has had enough,
Hodge is my cat."
Then home; puss dined and while in sleep
he chased a visionary rat,
His master sat him down again,
Rewrote his page, renibbed his pen;
Each "i" was dotted, each "t" was crossed,
He labored on for all to read,
Nor deemed that time was waste or lost
Spent in supplying the small need
Of Hodge, the cat.
The dear old Doctor! Fierce of mien,
Untidy, arbitrary, fat,
What gentle thought his name enfold!
So generous of his scanty gold.
So quick to love, so hot to scorn,
Kind to all sufferers under heaven,
A tend'rer despot ne'er was born;
His big heart held a corner, even
For Hodge, the cat.
Poor kitty...
Thank you for the kitty poem, Miss Marguerite.
Yes, don't eat chocolate covered raisins found on the forest floor...
Good morning, Mama_Bear.
When God Created Kitty Cats
When God created kitty cats,
He had no recipe;
He knew He wanted something sweet,
As sweet as sweet could be.
He started out with sugar,
Adding just a trace of spice;
Then stirred in drops of morning dew,
To keep them fresh and nice.
He thought cats should be soft to pet,
Thus He gave them coats of fur;
So they could show they were content,
He taught them how to purr.
He made for them long tails to wave,
While strutting down the walk;
Then trained them in meow-ology,
So they could do cat-talk.
He made them into acrobats,
And gave them grace and poise;
Their wide-eyed curiosity,
He took from little boys.
He put whiskers on their faces,
Gave them tiny ears for caps;
Then shaped their little bodies,
To snugly fit on laps.
He gave them eyes as big as saucers,
To look into man's soul;
Then set a tolerance for mankind,
As their purpose and their goal.
Benevolent ... and ... generous,
He made so many of them;
Then charged, with Fatherly Concern,
The human race to love them.
When one jumped up upon His lap,
God gently stroked its head;
The cat gave Him a kitty kiss,
"What wondrous love," God said.
God smiled at His accomplishment,
So pleased with His creation;
And said, with pride, as He sat back,
"At last. . .I've reached purr-fection!"
Author Unknown
So sad, indeed. Thanks for posting this.
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