In Which the Pirate Holds on to that Feline.

The management would like to apologize for the lack of pictures in this post. It has been too dark by the time I get home from work to get good shots of anything. Hopefully this situation will be rectified over the weekend. But it is still Feline Friday, and so here is the latest about the Dynamic Duo:

One morning this week I woke up with Kipling snuggled up to my chest. At ten pounds he’s a little small to spoon with, really, but he was trying. And he was also mashing the top of his head into the underside of my chin. “I love you!” *headbutt* “I love you!” *headbutt* “I really really love you!” *wet nose and headsmoosh*

Pirate-Husband often filks songs to or about the cats. The latest goes something like this:

Don’t stop the feeding
Hold on to that fee-eeli-iiine
Kipling wants kibble
all the tiiiiiiime

I’m sorry. That’s going to be a terrible earworm. It was for me; I couldn’t get it out of my head, so this morning I tried to work out the rest of the song.

Just a spotted cat
living in a mountain house
he walks the hallway rail going back and forth

Just a small black cat
playing with a furry mouse
He’ll pace the other cat going back and forth

Two cats in my living room
roll in catnip and act like loons
in a second they will steal my seat
They’ll meow on and on and on and on

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Kittens waiting, sitting by their dinner dish
their pink mouths meowing in the niii-iigght
Sunbeam kittens, living just to take a nap
Hiding, somewhere in the night

Please don’t kill me.

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1 Response

  1. Amy says:

    Sounds like your cat & mine could be twins separated at birth. Along with our husbands….

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