Fluffy so feels fates that foster a fallen fluffer-nutter,

But she rebuffs those who, then, label her as ball of butter—

For as voracious, ventripotent may be her style of cat,

She still deserves purr-poseful praise and acceptance by phat pat. ; )

Today presents wonder of both brilliance and hue

For stick in mud no longer stands as its own queue,

With chevelure a la highlights under sleeked blue

Inspiring out-branching to purposes known new. ; )

Oddly, yet not so unexpectedly for Felicia The Cat, whose peccadilloes were becoming more prominent, only the culm of the catnip had been swiped for as much as the florets had been hyped. This seemed curious enough, but not quite to the point of concern—until perky shadows began stalking peripheral places, whence darkest stares and empty purrs verified that mew’s mercy would decline, with life on the line needing more than nine to last feared feline. ; )

If you, as quite the quack, fleece geese of peace,

They may, then, feel quite fleetingly flebile,

But each of replied long honks and strong conks

Beget well-set mindset from such upset. ; )

Spanning for gold in reflections old,

Frown’s fabaceous feature,

Curt and curled,

Awaited sip to lip,

Whence it could begin

Growth—

Its priceless sprout from pout. ; )