A pampered princess pussycat
Was prancing proudly, pitter-pat,
Bypassing puddles prettily,
Propounding proper pedigree.
When whistling westward wheezily
Was wind who wondered whimsically
What wispy whiskers worth would weigh
When worn oneself and whisked away.
13 thoughts on “Puss”
About half an ounce.
I would hate to see the cat you de-whiskered for you to figure that out.
Our cats like to leave their whiskers all over the place when they’ve finished with them; in my coffee, on my toothbrush, underneath the telly (don’t ask me how they get there – I can only assume of them sneaks them under when nobody’s looking). It’s just a matter of gathering them up and weighing them. Come to think of it, I really ought to get some better hobbies.
I like your hobbies. They allow you to comment on practically anything and everything anyone ever writes. 😛
They’re eclectic. I collect hobbies. It’s my hobby.
wow what a tongue twister 🙂
Hehe they can be fun. 🙂
clever I love some of the replies as well. There are to cats that are town cats stray, I suppose you might call them. They sit in the middle of the road tempting my dogs almost laughing at my dogs cause they can not get out
Not very smart cats to be sitting in the middle of the road. Hopefully they get out of the way when cars come by.
Ah, NICE Cubby! This feels good falling out of the mouth, spoken aloud.
Glad you tried it out! It was a fun one to write. 🙂
Appreciate the like and that you are a lover of cats, as well. 🙂
How can anyone not love bundles of furry warmth that purr? I appreciate you dropping by as well. 🙂