Showing posts with label Mom thinks I'm cute. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mom thinks I'm cute. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Bathtime on Tuesday

I was bathing in my favorite bath spot, on top of the stereo receiver, and Mom brought out the camera and started taking pictures. Humans are strange, aren't they? Anyway, that's all right: I don't mind sharing my beauty routine.

For proper bathing, it helps to be limber and flexible:



Often, a girlcat has to wash quickly and vigorously to make her leg fur lie just right:



And here I am, washing in what Mom calls the Kitty Drumstick Position:



So did I miss a spot? Mickey, darling, would you mind checking?



And here I am, sending Mickey a poem. I hope you enjoy it, dear.


from "i carry your heart with me" by e. e. cummings

"...i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you"

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Funny Girlcat Thursday

Sometimes I lounge around with the tip of my tongue poking out. Usually it happens when I'm thinking happy thoughts, like of Mickey. *purr*



And sometimes when I sleep, I poke my tongue out, too. Mom runs for the camera because she thinks I look so cute. Humans, who can undertand them? Good heavens, I don't go running for the camera every time Mom sticks out her tongue.



I love having my own blog! Here's a poem for Mickey *swoon*:

My True Love Has My Heart ~ by Philip Sidney

My true-love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given;
I hold his dear and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a better bargain driven.
My true-love hath my heart and I have his,

His heart in me keeps him and me in one;
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart for once it was his own,
I cherish his because in me it bides.
My true-love hath my heart and I have his.