For my buddy John who dislikes reading Homer

Homer lived a long time ago
He wrote poems that you may know
Though his poems weren't bad
He's better known as the Dad
On "The Simpsons" TV show

First Fur*

My kitty sheds at both ends;
All day and every night;
On cotton, wool, and polyester blends - 
My clothes, a sorry sight!

*Hat tip to Edna St. Vincent Millay

Kitty Tail

The tail is happy the tail is high

The tail is proudly tall

The tail is a fluffy question mark

That gladly comes to call

When skies are gray and days are short

In the coldest winter season

When joyful moments are hidden away

Kitty's tail always sees them

The tail is calm the tail is grace

Waving to and fro

The tail brings up the kitty's rear

Wherever she may go

The tail is quiver the tail is tense

With a bird up in a tree

Outside a window and kitty perched

With focused energy

The tail is curled and tucked in tight

Around the dainty feet

Napping curled into a ball

Saving body heat

The tail is fast the tail is quick

As the kitty zooms

Streamlined in a furry streak

Chasing 'round the rooms

The tail is constant the tail is true

The tail is ever reliable

The tail is rarely ever blue

The tail is undeniable

And if the tail is hanging low

When kitty's mood is poor

Scratch the head and soothing words

The tail goes up once more

Poetry. “Hope” is the Thing with Feathers. By Emily Dickinson. Condensed and loosely referenced by Paul Klusman.

Emily had a bird in a cage.
Named “Hope” that sang and played.
At the bottom was eternal
The Wall Street Journal
Editorial Page.

Brown Paper and a Spoon

The greatest toy that ever was
Brown paper and a spoon
On the floor lurking in

The messy living room

It takes no AA batteries

It has no on-off switch

It's endless fun and scratches

The ever playful itch

For minutes or an hour

Playing hide and seek
Wiggle butt and flying claws

What furry lightning streak

Hunts the kitchen ware

Like brave dragon slayers

Underneath and in between

The crinkled paper layers

Until the deadly pounce

At long last is made

Sent to meet it's maker

Long handle Rubbermaid

Victory now it's time to rest

The hunt is at an end
But woe to serving spoons
That pass this way again

To a Black Cat

Twinkle twinkle little black

Panther in my home

How you shine in morning’s light

Where the sunbeams roam

Twinkle twinkle coiled spring

My ankles catch your eye

Waiting for attack

As I'm walking by

Twinkle twinkle twelve o’clock

At the window sill

Your steely eyes watching

Quiet stealthy still

Twinkle twinkle afternoon

Sleeping in repose

Twitching eyes and whiskers

Galloping little toes

Twinkle twinkle late at night

The day is growing old

Blending into shadows

Two rings of glowing gold

Twinkle twinkle good luck charm

You ebony feline art

I’m glad you crossed my path

I love you cross my heart

Squirrel Assist.

Out on a walk this morning I came across a squirrel in the road recently hit by a car. Looking closer I could see rapid breathing and no signs of serious injury except a small hint of blood in its mouth and nose. The poor thing was twitching and making pitiful little noises, and it was in the middle of the road exactly where another car might run it over. I was nervous about getting bit but I couldn't just leave it there, so I carefully picked it up and moved it to a sunny patch of grass.

Poor little squirrel friend continued to twitch and struggle, and I was certain the end was near when it suddenly jumped up and ran a short distance only to collapse on its side again. I watched it for a few more minutes as it repeatedly tried to run and collapse. I went back to my house for a snow shovel hoping I could use it to move the poor squirrel to a more secluded spot.

When I arrived back to the squirrel friend I saw it up on its feet and moving. It ran underneath a van and appeared to crawl up into one of the wheels for shelter. I peeked underneath and I could see its tail hanging down from inside the wheel. I decided against trying to wrestle the injured squirrel out from underneath the van hoping it would recover and exit on its own.

A few hours later I came back to check on squirrel friend and offer some raisins, peanut butter (100% natural), and water. What appeared to be the same squirrel was enjoying some berries at the foot of a tree. I checked underneath the van and happily there was no squirrel inside the wheel. I wasn't 100% sure, but this squirrel under the tree looked pretty much like previously injured squirrel friend. I didn't ask for ID.

I set out the refreshments and whoever this squirrel was enjoyed a luxurious treat. After getting a full belly, squirrel friend retreated to another tree further removed from the road and climbed up onto a branch to rest in the late afternoon sun. I set the remaining food and water in a secluded spot under a nearby bush for whatever critter may enjoy.

I returned home to find Ashley kitty complaining of her own empty bowl, which I remedied immediately. Actually that's a lie. I wrote out a first draft of this blog post and THEN I filled Ashley's bowl. Poor kitty.

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