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Thursday, February 1, 2018

Thoroughly Poetical Thursday


Well, it are Thursday, so it are time for my literary genius to take over.  As opposed to da litter box genius, who will take over about an hour after dinner.  MOL MOL.  Anyways, dis photo are da inspurrayshun for dis week's photo . . . 


Da brave young kitty scaled da stairs
Of creaks and moans, he had no cares
Cuz he smelled somefin delishus
Da scent of some tasty fishes
It wafted in from the kitchen
Da aroma wuz bewitchin'
His hunger made him very brave
And he got the food he did crave!


Yeah, I wrote dis poem on an empty stomach.  Well, as empty as my stomach ever gets.  Which, contrary to whut momma thinks, are WAY TOO EMPTY!  


I's demandin some eggstra treats for us all (but a few MORE for me).  I mean, I provided poetical enjoyment, da momma should provide treats.  Seems fair.
 
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28 comments:

  1. The WhiskerattiFebruary 1, 2018 at 6:10 PM

    That's an excellent poem. And you should totally get good noms right away for all that effort.

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  2. Shoko NeilsonFebruary 1, 2018 at 6:38 PM

    Fantastic poem. It hits me right in the tummy. mol

    Shoko

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  3. pilch92February 1, 2018 at 8:39 PM

    I love your poem.:)

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  4. Yamini MacLeanFebruary 2, 2018 at 1:45 AM

    Hari OM
    MOL... that's like going shopping when hungry - all the mind does is say 'food food food'... but at least your's was a creative filling and not the overshop which happens in the other scenario! Hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx

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  5. Summer at sparklecat.comFebruary 2, 2018 at 2:27 AM

    Yeah, I could tell you were hungry when you wrote that poem, MOL!

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  6. AnonymousFebruary 2, 2018 at 5:30 AM

    Excellent poetical fun for Angel Sammy's poetry challenge this week! I love it and I can imagine the aroma of fishes (or mousies) flying around that staircase too. Makes me hungry. But then I'm always hungry. I hope you got a bacon treat for your hard work??

    Hugs, Teddy

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  7. Savannah's Paw TracksFebruary 2, 2018 at 11:36 AM

    Your poem made me hungry! Most excellent

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  8. My Mind's EyeFebruary 2, 2018 at 11:38 AM

    Bravo the scent of stinky goodness trumps all fears.
    Great Poem
    Hugs madi your bfff

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  9. da tabbies o trout towneFebruary 2, 2018 at 11:42 AM

    dood......way awesum....we could smell de fish frum heer !!! ☺☺♥♥

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  10. Hairballsandhissyfits.comFebruary 2, 2018 at 2:37 PM

    Cute and poetic what a catch!

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  11. AnonymousFebruary 2, 2018 at 8:05 PM

    Specktacular poe-em Travis an Crockett!! An Angelique dubbull treetss all round!
    **nose bumpsss** Siddhartha Henry xXx

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  12. MurphyFebruary 3, 2018 at 9:58 AM

    We can't believe you can write such beautiful poetry on an empty stomach!!

    Keep Calm & Bark On!

    Murphy & Stanley

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  13. Meezer's Mews & Terrieristical WoofsFebruary 3, 2018 at 12:44 PM

    Wow, that is a good poem, Travis!! Those sure look like spooky stairs. Is that why Crockett hid his tongue?
    Angelique...well, you know, I bet she would not be phased by spooky stuff too much, MOL!!!

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Meow! Leave me a comment, I luvs to read dem. Not as much as I luv bacon, but I do luvs em.