DOES CURIOSITY ALWAYS KILL THE CAT?

1 Curiosity

DOES CURIOSITY ALWAYS KILL THE CAT?

My heart pumps fear through my veins,

bringing me anguish and pains.

Why must I be the curious one?

The one who can’t let the deed be done.

I must follow the noises to the basement,

where something is making an awful statement.

A voice called to me from my rumpled bed.

The sound echoed endlessly in my head.

I descend the stairs to the darkness below.

The noises combine to form a loud bellow.

A hiss hits my ear as claws rake my arm.

​My silly cat thinks I mean him some harm.

I offer soothing words but he wants to flee

just as the door shuts and locks behind me.

The light bulb goes out leaving me in the dark.

Do I now hear a dog’s whimper and shrill bark?

Chills taunt me as I go down the dark stairs,

following the whimpering and stray hairs.

Feathers float in front of me.

I don’t know what this can be.

I step on something squishy and soft.

I find a light and hold it aloft.

I lift my foot and the tail retreats

to the chair where it has hidden treats.

With the bright lantern held high,

I search for the source of a sigh.

My neighbor sits with her panting pals

of the furry sort in guys and gals.

“Am I also welcome to the party?”

I ask the pig-tailed girl, laughing hearty.

She replies, “Of course, you are, my dear neighbor,”

A point she refuses to belabor.

I join the circle on the floor,

as the cats and dogs eat some more.

Cake and cookies for all the guests,

even ones who have been great pests.

My black cat joins in with tail held high,

sniffing at the desserts and brown pie.

At least this story has a happy ending.

No one wants another tale to be pending.

FIGHT THE FIGHT

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Fight.

Fight for what’s yours.

Fight for what’s right.

Don’t give up.

Don’t allow anyone

to stop you.

Or slow you down.

Do what’s in your heart.

Fight the fight.

Make it yours.

THE BUBBLE DILEMMA

The Dilemma

What do you think is going through the dogs’ minds?  Are they too afraid to move?  Do they know that it is just a bubble?  Do they want to touch it?  Will they just stand there and wait.  I think that they will wait and see.  They will keep waiting until the balloon  will pop in one of their faces.  And if the same thing happens next week,  they will most probably do the same thing.

What do you think is going through the dogs’ minds?

Are they too afraid to move?

Do they know that it is just a bubble?

Do they want to touch it?

Will they just stand there and wait.

I think that they will wait and see.

They will keep waiting until the balloon

pops in one of their faces.

And if the same thing happens next week,

they will most probably do the same thing.

WHAT’S NOT TO LOVE

WHAT’S NOT TO LOVE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can’t describe–or even put into words–how much I love animals.
Their hearts are pure.
They are like babies, always trusting and forgiving.
They never put themselves first.
They love everyone who loves them.
And that’s how it should be.

My new love is my Maltese, Nounous.

 

He is my champion and my best friend.

LET’S BE FRIENDS

LET’S BE FRIENDS!

Dog walking along the street, looks up. He sees a cat perched up high. He stops, watches and waits for the cat to climb down.
Black & white cat thinks to herself that maybe we could be friends. I’ll move closer to dog.
Dog moves away a little bit.
Okay, thinks black&white, we’ll be distant friends. I can handle that.
They walk off together, side by side.

The End.