“Doge on it, mom! I do not want to smile! I am a mean inu—bad to the bone! I would not smile for you if you proffered me a bulse of gold-flaked, peanut-butter-filled bacon bites! I willz fights!”

“Raaah-rooo—your fingers feelz nice. Aaalrights.” ; )

Train’s arrival was set for clock of five,

But as so late, kit is to its next life.

Scream at six means hat lady is no show,

So pats and snacks are, as well, a no go.

Scramasax to head is felt by kit’s cry;

Conductor is needed if one is nigh.

Even hair-bunned gents would pass as a friend—

If they shared sushi for screaming to end.

Cats like not to ever wait for their care,

So train for on time—or not…if you dare. ; )

For those who carry in their heart a wilted wellness due to orbity,

Just an ephemeral bloom in the periphery

Can bright a memory via serendipity. ; )

Clergy’s consuetudinary cannot clarify canonical consequents capable of coaxing church’s cat from ceremony’s collapsing communal canopy. ; )

“Egad! That pock-pudding just called you pests, so he will surely get none of your pets!”

“He can eat a dish of moldy haggis whilst each of you gets a giant smack-kiss!”

“All to myself, I will cuddle you buns and, as well, we will bake carrot cake—tons!”

“Then, when you are ready for cuddly nap, nest as caboodle in my loving lap!” ; )