Holy cows will protect you from neither phansigars nor malice-mars, but bovine arts may help you milk your mind for moo ways of settling beefs. ; )

Day dawned with first kiss upon your brow as do fell twixt our woo—and after our draw drew us from dewfall to doorway, entry synchronously illumed—as I fell and it opened—for you. ; )

From this ledge of sit-and-sight,

Couple shared not one lunch bite.

So, pidgey, quite out of spite,

Will paint its perch an off-white,

Turning it into fomite

That, on tomorrow, just might

Repay birdbrains a right slight. ; )

“Duck, darling!” cried Mally.

“Thanks for the tip. Gad, that was close!” sighed Henny.

“Well,” agreed Mally, “Only a quack would prescribe tipcat to that loose goose—who *always* gets the short end of the stick.” ; )

Curled cutie’s cloud-built catnap cogitates comforting curiosities. ; )