Mwow my kitty friends! I hasn’t blogged in a whiles. It not be my faults, though. Staff left me here for days with only temporary staffs to check on me and sees to my needs (which are many!). I should have had tons of times to be bloggin’.
But no.
Staff left her computer lid closed. While fog can come on cat’s feet, cat’s feet cannots open de lid of a closed laptops. I be tried everythings to be openin’ it….I be chewed on its, I be mwowed menacingly at its, I be puffed up and be lookin’ threatenin’, I dropped my toys on its, I be even took a naps on it. None of these things will open a closed laptops. Who knew?
I’s had more den a few naps and–look there’s a birdie!
What was I sayin’? Oh, yup…I’s been distracted since de time dey left and de time dey gots backs, so now I don’t even knows WHAT I wanted to blogs about. Mwowhatever.
Sometimes random thoughts is better. Here. I be sharin’ de rest of de poem abouts de cat’s feet. Dat Carl Sandburg…he must have been a great staff for some lucky kitty friend to be writin’ so nice about de cat feet.
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
There. See hows de kitty is like de fog? Kitties be de perfect subject for all kinds of great literatures. I be sharin’ more of de great literary works about cat-hood in future posts. Mwow til thens, my kitty friends!
