Anyway, my car broke, the temp is dropping, and my feet are killing me. I've had a rotten day, so am off to bed early. Have a good Thursday!
Twas the day before Glenice, and all through the abode,
Every creature is stirring, we’re in cleaning mode.
The curtains are hanging, all washed and dried,
Not a sign of the cat hair I’m trying to hide.
A kitten is nestled all snug in my bed,
While visions of catnip dance in his head.
Mama in her recliner Cass in her lap,
Who’d just settled down for a little cat nap.
When back in the study there rose such a din,
I dived under the bed afraid to go in
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen blinds
Gave a brief warning of the mess I would find.
When what to my startled gaze should pop out,
But the mischievous Bubba the culprit no doubt.
With a flick of his tail so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment I was gonna be sick.
More rapid than eagles his side-kicks he blamed
On each other he pointed and called them by name –
“Twas Aidan, no Neely, was Devlin, he cried,
Or ‘Kenzie and Cassidy.” I wanted to hide
From the top of the couch to the newly clean floor
Lay a scattering of papers and so much more.
As dry kibbles before hungry cats are scattered
Lay newspapers and files all left in tatters
So into the study the suspects they flew
With a flurry of cat hair, a hairball or two.
And then from the closet behind yon closed door
I heard a faint pawing and mewing and more
I stepped into the room and was turning the knob
For the sounds from within meant he was finishing the job.
He was covered in stuffing from his head to his foot
Some boxes in shambles my ornaments kaput
A bundle of string he had caught in his claw
And looked so damn innocent in spite of it all
His eyes how they twinkled his whiskers did quiver
As he pounced on his victim a small glass sliver
From the antique balls we once hung on our tree
Had been handed down to little ol’ me.
The head of a snowman he held tight in his teeth
And the fragments of tinsel circled his head like a wreath
He had a round face and a little round belly
That shook as he leaped from the floor to the telly.
He was chubby and plump a right jolly old kitten
And I laughed when I saw him though I wouldn’t admit it
A blink of my eyes and a twist of my head
Showed the culprit not Bubba, but Devlin instead.
He mewed not a word but went straight to his work
And I smiled down at Bubba, I felt like a jerk
And laying my hand on the side of Dev’s nose
I gave it a whack and a shout of “No, No.”
He sprang from the set, past the kitties he flew
And away down the hall, in his mouth was my shoe
And I heard him meow as he dove out of sight
“Good luck with this house Glenice arrives morrow night.”