The official start of summer is creeping up quickly. Actually, if the temperature is any reflection of the season, summer is already here. We are having super hot days with oodles of humidity and lots of rain. With that in mind, we thought it was time for a summertime poem. All of us kitties collaborated to come up with these rhymes. Did you know that usually you can tell when we kitties have written a poem? It rhymes. Mom’s poems rarely rhyme.
Anyhoo, to accompany our poem, we are sharing a photo of Misty May on the front porch. Our dear friend Spitty has asked us several times recently to feature her, and we really don’t want to cause him any undue stress. He gets enough trying to get his super busy mom’s attention. So Spitty, buddy, this is for you.
ODE TO SUMMERTIME
Oh Summertime, we dearly love you;
We will put no other season above you.
The weather is warm enough for catio time,
And birdie TV is absolutely sublime.
We love to loll upon our backs
And wait for Mom to deliver snacks.
Butterflies and bees can flit right by us,
As we’re too relaxed to make a fuss.
But summertime, please turn off the rain.
It has truly become the biggest pain.
And take away the thunder and lightening too,
As it makes us quite grumpy and blue.
We need the sun to appear each day
And bring us sunpuddles in which to play.
Otherwise we’ll nap all day beneath grey skies
To find we have frittered away our nine lives.
Oh summertime, we truly do adore you.
Now please be nice, we must implore you.
Bring us some sun and nice cool breezes,
As those things would surely please us.
Then summertime, we’ll dearly love you;
And promise to put no other season above you.
© Kitties Blue
June 6, 2016
We also want to share mom’s poem, “Summer Cat,” from three years ago as she wrote it about Misty May, and many of you were not following us then.
Here I lie on my back
four white paws waving in the air,
waiting for a cool breeze
to ruffle my belly fur…
the pavement, a warm hug
and place to scratch my back
until the heat overcomes me.
I seek shade among
the fluorescent orange daylilies
and purple morning glories.
I hide from
the piercing sun, humans,
Lily and Mauricio,
who will steal
my resting place,
should I be discovered.
All desirable sanctuaries
can be compromised
by another creature seeking
refuge from the unwavering
summer sun and its unremitting
baking heat. If one comes sniffing
around my secret garden, I
must hiss and snarl, expending
my limited energy,
until finally I hear the call
that my dinner awaits
and I am summoned
to re-enter my home
where pockets of darkness,
cool air, toys and treats prevail.
Janet Buickerood Blue
© July 14, 2013
Wishing you all a beautiful day.
Purrs and paw-pats, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo