While biometry says pet owners live more days, how does that compare to gifts of laze?

For on feet snores happy cat nap whilst I endure another email-otional whap.

How feline it must feel to care not of time, where slumbers—not numbers—make life sublime.

Perhaps, I could measure value in a different sense—by having more in needing less. ; )

“Hey, Fineas, Jamirokoi seems to still be floating this pond place in a state of obtundation.”

“Well, Carpoline, that pellet skipped off him so hard, it up-splashed quite a wave ‘thwack-it’ round his position.”

“Then, perhaps it is time for us to escort him to where kami will aid his revitalization.” ; )

Her so hungry heart

Filled by toasty bread

Of having won wed

Is now no more than

An overdressed queen

Cold as galantine. ; )

Below the palm of tree

Was were I had my date

When such a turtle wee

Ramraided what I ate,

But since the fruit was free

And all deserve a mate,

I handed carefully

More nosh to Shelley’s plate. ; )

Lady’s lavender, candy of the lea, handily leaves her quite canty in disposition despite some buzz about a bee’s knocking knees trending as the more popular supposition. ; )