I Try My Hand at Poetry

Ode to a Kitty

I think that I shall never spy

A thing so lovely to my eye

As a striped kitten on the lawn...

But wait, I blinked and she was gone!

Oh lovely kitty, where did you go?

I'm looking for you high and low.

Come out, come out, and play with me.

Together we'll have fun, you'll see.

I know lots of games that we can play,

Like Hide the Kitty in the Hay,

Or Chase My Friend Around the Yard.

It's so much of fun, the rules aren't hard.

If Hide and Seek is your cup of tea,

Go right ahead, don't wait on me.

I'll cover my eyes and count to ten

And we will let the fun begin!

Ah, there you are, tabby dear,

I can see your twitching ear

Behind the bumper of the car.

Don't run away, you won't get far.

Through the bushes, up a tree,

Across the roof? You can't fool me!

Now you're on the front porch rail,

Showing me your bushy tail.

Ah, sweet feline, now it's time

To end this fun-filled game of mine.

Here comes My Boy, he has my leash,

So I will leave you now in peace.

Until next time...

~Tell

And a Happy New Year!!!

We survived the Christmas Blizzard of '09. Had about 12 inches of snow dumped here in our neck of the woods, starting on Christmas Eve and didn't end until the next afternoon. It was wicked to watch, but very pretty when it was all done. It was great fun to watch our new llamas prance in the snow. They didn't feel cold at all because they were wearing their wool coats, and their breaths came out their noses like steam. It made ol' Banana Ears look mad! Hee hee! I call Stomper that because 1) his ears are big; and 2) it has become apparent that we are never to be best buds. You see, llamas DO NOT LIKE DOGS. Period. No ifs, ands or buts about it. He's a "dog-stompin' fool" according to his last owner. At least they told us that BEFORE I became a gooey spot in the dirt. So, no more going to the pasture with My Boy to feed the critters. It belongs to Stomper now and forever.

Now on to happier thoughts, My Boy and I had a rip-snortin' good time in the snow. We wrassled, rolled, hollered, flung snow and played Catch-Me-If-You-Can until our tongues hung out. We'd stop long enough to thaw out, then hit the snowbanks again. Cap stayed indoors and slept. He's been doing that more and more lately, old man. Glynn watched from afar like a lady. She's too reserved to wrassle much, though she's not above nipping me in the bum as I fly by. Wheeee!

Wishing everyone out there a safe New Year's Eve and looking forward to a Great New Year!

~Tell

Dodgedog and Other Fun Games

My Boy and I were just sitting around yesterday when suddenly, out of the blue, he gave me a shove! Now, what did I do to deserve that, I wondered? So I pounced on him, and we began to wrestle. We wrestled and growled so much we got tossed outside, but that was alright. There's nothing I like better than a good, ol' rough-and-tumble scramble with My Boy. First we played Dodgedog. That's sorta like dodgeball, but we use a dog instead of a ball. Then we played Throw-The-Ball-Not-Really-Fool-The-Dog. I don't understand that game but it makes My Boy laugh alot. Then we finished with a game of Choke-The-Dog-'Til-His-Tongue-Hangs-Out. That's where I get rolled upside down, my tummy rubbed, and my neck choked while I wiggle and squirm my way rightside up. All this was great fun and we finally had to stop when it got dark outside.

If you don't have a Boy of your own, try to borrow one for an hour or two. Or ask Santa for one in your Christmas stocking. Or better yet, come over and join us for an afternoon. I'll pick you for my team!

~Tell