hair there, don’t despair !

hair, here, there—everywhere,

on the couch, chair and stair,

lots of hair, so much to spare—

>’ ‘<

kitties, kitties with short hair,

none on couch, stair or stair,

it’s not fair but don’t despair—

>’ ‘<

mounds of hair, this cat can share,

must roll it up then ship with care,

5 balls of love for cats with none—

hey new york kitties—go have some fun!

gaia.balls

 

 

feline ano nuevo !

el story-o to begin the year right

me gato in Meh-he-co, what a delight!

 

wearing a necklace proudly, he is

doing his best to get me more biz!

alas…

no sombrero, no nada, has traveled me way

but Gaia, me gato, you’ve sure made me day!

 

MexicanNewspaper

the thinking turban

What’s next? What’s next…

Must i be so vexed?

Please help me Mew

Without a diddle do

To think this through.

Voila! The thinking turban!

Betwixt his ears, a bit askew

It sits, this relic from CAThmandu.

Me thinks that it shall do!

And Mew, so lavishly festooned

It’s up to you

So please stay tuned!

Gaia+hairhat

LE FINAL: Mew’s Favorite Things

And now, if Mew’s feeling blue, he has a trick to get him through.

He dreams a dream of tuna, or birdies on a wing, or maybe

Any other of his Favorite Things.

Then, if the dog should growl, Mew the cat, he does not howl!

Or, when his food has vanished, maybe he was not so famished!

No longer feeling mad or sad, Favorite Things have made him glad!

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bright xmas packages tied up with string . . .

And Meow’s Favorite Things continue on . . .

It’s Christmas day, Oh joy Oh joy!

But not for toys, Oh boy Oh boy!

I race the house, I’m full of glee

To see such fun beneath the tree!

It’s paper, ribbon, and the string

That makes this kitty’s heart dost sing!

I jump, I slide, I hide. I rip, I pull, I bite.

What joy! And all for Meow’s delight!

 > * * <

Vi-bris-sa

One of the stiff hairs that are located about the nostrils in many mammals.

My kitty cat’s lips are studded with vibrissae

That tickle my face while he gives me a kiss-e.

And if my chance on the floor I spy a lone vibrissa

A jar awaits to collects its fate.

It won’t be missed—just one of twenty-eight!

^. .^