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. ; )

Prostrated purrfectly fine amid the posies, Pat The Cat’s contentment is patent—as long as only he holds the helm of relished realm. ; )

Poseidon’s prescription for the sailor feeling that their sides

Are turning due to Oceania’s aquarium’s tides:

Guardian angelfish—naupathia’s ace antidote-ide. ; )