Thoroughly Poetic Thursday

This week’s inspiration photo for Angel Sammy and Teddy’s poetry challenge is majestic in scale. Unfortunately my poem is not. In fact, it is just an itty bitty, title-less haiku. I apologize to our hosts for not doing better.


To a spectator
Obstacles may seem daunting
Or worth the challenge

To read Sammy’s poem, which is always inspired, click on his poetry badge. If you check out the comments, you will find links to the poems of other bloggers as well.

Thankful Thursday

The Cat on My Head has been added to two more “Best” Lists. We are happy to be included with many of our favorite blogs at  Best for Pets.

The second is Top 25 Pet Blogs 2018 at Stop the Fleas. Again many of our favorite blogs are on the list along with The Cat on My Head.

We are always happy to be honored in this way regardless of the sites’ motives. We feel every opportunity available for individuals to find and follow our blog is a good thing for us.

Thankful Thursday is a blog hop hosted by our friend Brian. To join the hop, click on his badge.


Thoroughly Poetic Thursday

Today is when we join our friend, angel Sammy, in writing a poem. We are completing our third trip through the alphabet with the prompt letter of “Z” for this week’s verse. The prompt words are: 1) zoo 2) zing, 3) zipper and 4) zap. Z is hard enough without having to come up with our own subject, so Mom went with “zoo” as the inspiration for our verse—a haiku. Mom claims that some weeks her imagination just refuses to engage. So, three lines are all you get.

The Blue Zoo

Do you live in a cat zoo?
Our mom says we do.
It’s the best fun you can have.

© Janet Buickerood Blue 12/06/2017

We are fairly certain that lots of our friends who live in multi-cat households sometimes feel just like we do. The pitter-patter of little feet can sound more like a stampede of elephants when there are 36 of those feet. When the bellowing begins at breakfast and dinnertime, we sound more like a crash of rhinos. And we gobble that food up like a passel of hogs.

Until ten days ago, our clowder numbered just eight. Mom says that on most days she felt we were manageable. Now with nine, she’s not so sure. Sawyer is four pounds of pure wildcat. He growls, snarls and flails like a ferocious big cat. We’re all hoping that when he is no longer confined for most of the day and night to the living room, he will calm down.

Sawyer does not like being alone, and he’s not quiet when he is—unless he’s sleeping. We, however, have never heard him meow. He chirps incessantly like a distressed baby squirrel.


Blue Zoo


We know Mom and Dad will be happy when he can be permanently released to roam the house—which he has done on a few occasions when he’s escaped the living room. This should happen soon, as he has completed his course of antibiotics. We’re not too sure how we feel about this upcoming event. Stay tuned for updates.

We are joining Teddy and angel Sammy for Thoroughly Poetic Thursday. Sammy writes the best poems every week and sends them to Mom Pam from the Rainbow Bridge. Each one is a must read, so please click on his badge and visit. You also will find poems as well as links to even more poetry in the comments section at Two Spoiled Cats. So please visit and consider writing some poetry of your own.

Thankful Thursday

Each week we also enter the Thankful Thursday blog hop at Brian’s Home. This week, we are thankful that our friend Buddy Budd (Tomcat Commentary by Tim) is back home after experiencing some scary medical issues and having to stay in the hospital. He still needs our purrs, prayers and POTP, so we hope you’ll send some his way. Click on the badge to visit him.

We’re especially thankful that Mom has almost finished the holiday decorating and soon will be able to spend more time with us. That beacon you see shining in southwestern Virginia is our house. After totally skipping Christmas last year, it’s nice to see her decorating again. And it’s always fun to help, especially when there’s garland, light strings and a ladder.

To join the Thankful Thursday blog hop, click on Brian’s badge.

That’s it for us. Mom says it’s time for bed. She’ll be here tomorrow doing Friendly Fill-Ins.

Purrs & paw-pats, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, angel Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth, Calista Jo, Cooper Murphy and Sawyer


Thoroughly Poetic Thursday: P = Purr

I decided I wanted to write a Haiku for today’s poem. I didn’t have too much difficulty selecting a subject for this week’s prompt letter: P. To me, P = P-U-R-R, of course. I  began to regret the Haiku decision after pondering for hours on how I could represent a cat’s purr in 17 words or less. But I was determined and so after more than 24 hours of fretting and tinkering, here are the 13 words I have selected to represent this most important aspect of all cats.

Your purrs sooth my soul,
Make me happy when I’m sad.
Comprehensive cure.

I would never presume to think that these words or an entire book of words could ever capture the essence of a purr. It is truly magical.

Two of the Kitties Blue are champions when it comes to purring. I wish I had audio to share here, but I do not. I will have to make it a priority to record these two rumblers. Can you guess who they are?


purr therapy

purr therapyIt’s the tortie girls, Calista Jo and Astrid. I don’t know if that is just a coincidence or if those thundering purrs come along with the tortitude.

I believe Astrid has the louder purr; though, she’s the smaller cat. Her favorite time to crank it up is when she’s in my lap doing her four-pawed kneading on my thighs. Ouch!

Calista Jo is my own purrsonal (MOL!) white-noise cat at bedtime. She throws herself against my back with her head near mine and dials up the volume. If she isn’t there at bedtime, I always call her name and tell her I need her to purr me to sleep.



Do you have a champion purr puss in your household? Does s/he have a purrticular time or place to purr you a lullaby? Is she a tortie? Inquiring cats want to know.

We are purrticipating in Sammy’s (onespoiledcat) Thoroughly Poetic Thursday. Please join us. You don’t have to be a purrfessional poet to take part.

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Today is the fourth week of Sammy’s Thoroughly Poetic Thursday and our prompt is the letter D.



Mom and Dad are on an overnight jaunt, so our poem and post are a bit off track. After a filet, a bottle of Malbec and some ridiculously decadent, dark-chocolate torte, our petrecary’s brain is muddled and befuddled.

The best she could accomplish is this pathetic haiku.
Tired of our toys.
Waiting for our BlogPaw’s swag.
Delayed…train derailed.


Our “D” is represented in both delayed and derailed. Add to that disappointment, and we think we have the bases covered.

The two boxes of goodies our parental units shipped home from the BlogPaws Conference via UPS were scheduled to arrive Tuesday, the 5th. The arrival is now scheduled for today. Dad checked and the boxes are in Virginia, so we have our paws crossed that we’ll be burrowing through the booty by day’s end.


Calista Jo pouts aout delayed swag,

Calista Jo is pouting as her birthday gift is among the BlogPaws’ loot.


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Purrs and paw-pats, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo