The mood struck me to write about my fur. Sometimes, I let it grow. Sometimes, I barber it off. Hair is fluid. Hair is poetic. Eh hem…
Soft, slick, smells like me
I wear my fur suit in stripes
ready to party.
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Grey, black, long, short, red
all these types within our home
like Benetton ads.
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Cat fur is perfect.
A bad hair day? No, never.
You envy me. #Truth.
What would you like to hear about next week?
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Love,
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Crepes.
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PS. Kitten season is coming.
Great poem ad so are the ones people put in the comments 🙂
We’re trying to figure out how you barber your fur off, Crepes.
Mom Paula says she never could do Haikus!
How about claws? Since we cats are all pretty much anti-declaw, I think we should celebrate our awesome talons!
I like it! – Crepes.
Never out of style.
Smooth, sleek, or sometimes ruffled.
Proudly we wear it.
Scattered here and there.
Decorating all we touch.
Call it “fur”niture.
All purpose wardrobe.
No dry cleaning bills to pay.
Humans are jealous.
Pee Ess: I think tummy fur is the best–I just want to plant my face in it and huff! Or behind the ears will work in a pinch…
good bye winter coat
ewe R sheddin on de floor
vacuum got ewe tho
hello summer coat
we feel 20 poundz lighter
hay, letz go swimmim
fur ore knot two fur
R brush asked uz thiz questshun
yes thanx pleez groom uz
hair ball hair ball hack
let yur purrson step in it
goo eee slime eee furz
Happy Haiku Day!
Hugs, Sammy