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Inspired by Jack B's thread Life is Good where he writes a poem from his cat's perspective.
Here's Honeybunny's first artistic work, would love to read other kitties'!
I am a little Honeybun
Thats what my mama coos
Even though my kitty nails
I sharpen on her shoes
Its 5 am well dont you know
Its finally the time
To hop up on the windowsill
And rattle all the blinds
They loudly patter on the glass
It makes quite a commotion
She finally clambers out of bed
Shes moving in slow motion!
I yell at her in kitty talk
To get her moving quickly
"Oh yes youre starving", she intones
"Poor kitty cat, so sickly"
I'm not a kitty to be mocked
Dont give me any lip
I weave between her moving legs
Just willing her to trip
But ah she knows me all too well
Her footsteps slow and steady
I hear the catfood tin pop open, then:
"Is kitty ready?"
Plop plop, my food goes on the plate
I chow down like a fiend
When finished i hop on the couch
My face i need to clean
I lick my paws and wash my face
I cant forget my whiskers!
Behind my ears and all my toes
And then my momma whispers
"Was breakfast yummy Honeybun?"
I purr my positive reply
I curl up tightly in the sun
And hear my mama softly sigh
"Ok kitty, nighty night"
I feel her softly stroke my head
"Thank god i can go back to sleep!"
She snorts, and then goes back to bed.
Here's Honeybunny's first artistic work, would love to read other kitties'!
I am a little Honeybun
Thats what my mama coos
Even though my kitty nails
I sharpen on her shoes
Its 5 am well dont you know
Its finally the time
To hop up on the windowsill
And rattle all the blinds
They loudly patter on the glass
It makes quite a commotion
She finally clambers out of bed
Shes moving in slow motion!
I yell at her in kitty talk
To get her moving quickly
"Oh yes youre starving", she intones
"Poor kitty cat, so sickly"
I'm not a kitty to be mocked
Dont give me any lip
I weave between her moving legs
Just willing her to trip
But ah she knows me all too well
Her footsteps slow and steady
I hear the catfood tin pop open, then:
"Is kitty ready?"
Plop plop, my food goes on the plate
I chow down like a fiend
When finished i hop on the couch
My face i need to clean
I lick my paws and wash my face
I cant forget my whiskers!
Behind my ears and all my toes
And then my momma whispers
"Was breakfast yummy Honeybun?"
I purr my positive reply
I curl up tightly in the sun
And hear my mama softly sigh
"Ok kitty, nighty night"
I feel her softly stroke my head
"Thank god i can go back to sleep!"
She snorts, and then goes back to bed.