Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Smile

Dude,
don't judge.
I woke up with these teeth in my mouth,
pretty spots that just won't stop,
and the hunger to do
what a girl's gotta do.

Sometimes,
when the sun is just right,
I can fall asleep in a tree with one paw hanging down
and dinner just jumps up to me,
presto!
Those are the days when this kitty's life
is the bee's knees baby.

Don't ever think
that there isn't a Goddess for cats.
Fifty million Egyptians can't be wrong,
and one of these days I'll be back where I belong--
running the place.
See if I don't!

Admit it.
You want to scratch behind these ears,
and under my chin!
Make the rumbles start.
Don't you know I'm half natural born killer
and half marsh-mallow pushover heart.

Smile!
If you were me, you would, too.
Some us are born too cool for the zoo,
too coo coo for a box of crackers,
with just one thing to do:
smile.
_____

written for my dear Mosky, by request.

 
 

11 comments:

  1. Babe, I judge, and I judge you a treasure! You are perfect the way you are, any other way just ain't the way! Love love love this. Mwah, pussycat!

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  2. It's a good day when the dinner jumps up to you, or even falls off a branch into your mouth--just sayin. This is a lot funny wrapped around a generous helping of truth, and stuffed in a Big Kitty-Kong ball to make the entertainment last.

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  3. Hey, who doesn't want to live dangerously? Let me at those kitty cat ears! Heh...

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  4. Yeah, I'm mighty tempted to give that beautiful beast a hug...teeth or no teeth. :)

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  5. "Half natural born killer and half marshmallow pushover heart." So cool.

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  6. Yes.
    I do want to scratch under those furry ears!

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  7. oh, definitely too cool for the zoo!

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