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!

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VICE or LOVE?

VICE MAGAZINE UK this week:

“FASHION: I MAKE JEWELLERY OUT OF MY CAT’S FUR BALLS”

I admit it—I have a weakness for cats. I am a cataholic and proud of it! Why else would I continue this obsession with my cat’s hair? Hair so soft and beautiful I just keep collecting it. At least I know what to do with it: make another piece of cat hair jewelry!

Fifteen cat hair jewelry sold as of today—my vice is someone else’s LOVE.

Gaia modeling GAIA*LUV, the most recent necklace sold.

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toy with a spring!

This is one of Meow’s Favorite Things. . .

Behind a door amongst puffs of dust

The prey awaits kitty cat lust.

Now paw extends, now teeth do grasp

A squirming prize at last.

To life it comes when dropped or flung—

Whole minutes of kitty cat fun!

Play with me! wiggle thing

A happy Meow’s heart shalt sing!

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newspaper balls ! ! !

And more of Meow’s favorite things! Newspaper balls.

Meow’s a simple boy

Who loves a simple toy.

If it moves

His energy grooves.

Rolled up paper runs like prey

Catch it! Jump it! Fling it–this way!

Ripped and chewed

Ravaged trophies strewn.

There he lies

Sleeping off exhaustion—by and by.

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tuna that sticks to my paw and my nose-e

One of Meow’s Favorite Things: Tuna!

I love a-love a-love, my tuna fish!

Out of the can or in my dish.

Its fishy smell and oily taste,

I’ve gotta have it all, there’s none to waste!

Now all’s gone, my belly’s stuffed, I ate too much!

I’m tired now, but I’m a cat and cats must groom—

A tuna scrap! I guess my belly still has room!

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Birdies that fly bye-bye on wings

These are a few of Meow’s Favorite Things!

Birdies, birdies, flutter and squeak, up in the air,

Fly down, come visit, my kitty cat lair.

All day I watch thee, in yonder sky

And how ye tempt me, bye and bye.

Mine whiskers flick and mouth dost chatter,

A little closer. Please. And rest your wings on empty platter!