The humans are in Arizona whooping it up at the BlogPaws Conference, and so we are letting Lily take over the blog today. Well…that’s not exactly how it went. Lily demanded as the eldest that she be given first crack at writing a poem for Sammy’s (onespoiledcat) new weekly feature, Thoroughly Poetic Thursday.
As Lily believes she’s “all that” plus a bag of nip, she thinks her composition is amazing. We think it’s barely good enough to keep her from getting a tazing. But we are keeping our traps shut and suggest you do the same. If you think her poem stinks, it’s best not to tell her. She has a well-documented bad attitude and a rather short fuse. If you cross her, she may try to claw your eyes out. MOUSES!
As Sammy started this new feature last week with the letter “A” and plans to work his way through the alphabet, today’s poem has a “B” word theme.
So without further preamble, here is Lily Olivia’s poem followed by her photo.
The humans have left us.
To BlogPaws they’ve traveled.
My attempt to stow-away
was spotted and unraveled.
Mom claims I wouldn’t like it…
too much competition for attention.
She says home’s the place to be
where caregiver Chris can spoil me
with yummy noms, catnip and treats.
My porch and settee are off-limits for the duration.
The catio is my only destination.
But I’ll likely just remain in bed
except for potty breaks and to get fed.
Sharing the catio with my fursibs
would be worse than a day without nip.
So, I’ll be ever so happy when
my humans return from this trip.
Then I can once again take over
as Kitties Blue self-appointed queen,
which, of course, is every girl cat’s dream.
And MY right!
Lily Olivia, you sure did a fine job with your poem. Sorry your stowaway attempt didn’t work out, but it sounds like caregiver Chris is making sure you’re okay until your mom and dad come home.
That is an excellent poem, you really outdid yourself. Phoebe is a little embarrassed about the one she wrote now.
I hope everyone survives this weekend! Cute post! Hugs.
Lily Olivia, you are a poet and we know it! ;p
Angel Leo says his Queen can have whatever she wants including sole occupancy of the catio. Get out! All of you! The queen desires some air…
the critters in the cottage xo
Oh man, Lily Olivia you are natural at this poem writing.
my stars girl, your poem is FABulous, your handbag is FABulous and YOU are FABulous
and that’s three for three which means I do not know but it’s all FABulous~~~~~ hugs from dai$y =^..*= ♥♥♥
Oh lily Olivia we love this heartfelt and most depressing of poems..our pawrents left us for 11 days to go to the US of A and we felt just as put out..and we made sure they got the poem of our people ALL the way home from kitty prison 🙂 Loves Cleo xxx
Lily Olivia we hear you have been abandoned while your your human is encouraging other cats to have cuddles her. How dreadful of her and we hope someone will give you some gentle headbutts and advice on how to ignore her.
That is a great poem. You are very talented, Lily Olivia.
Lily Olivia, you’re a poet and you didn’t even know it (or perhaps you did?). Well, regardless, that is one purrfect poem! I could take a lesson or two on poetry from you, that’s for sure. Purrs to you and all the Kitties Blue!
Lily Olivia that is a poem to end all poems! I know you and the others feel ABANDONED by the peeps as they’re off to Phoenix to bask in the 100+ temperatures and try to keep cool at Blogpaws. Think of it this way – you all are home and comfy and well fed and cozy and not being bothered by peeps…..enjoy…..relax….you are FREE for a few days! Write some more poetry – you’re very good at it!
Lily Olivia, I have to say, I’m having loads of fun at BlogPaws! Wish you were here.
What a great poem! It is horrible when humans abandon us cats! When they get back, you just give the CATtitude for a while to make sure they feel extra bad!!
Very nice – if Bert wrote one it would go like this:
In the winter it’s hard to get up
if you’re a nice warm little pup
but when dad tips me out
there’s never a doubt
I’ll be looking for food in my cup…
Aww, shucks, sorry you are all alone there and at odds with your fursibs, MOL!! Sorry we couldn’t help but have a wee giggle…
That is a furbulous poem, it radiates your thoughts quite well:)
Abandoned?? Dat’s da worst!