Tuesday Haikusday: Napping

Good day, astute Readers.

I am glad you have returned for another installation of “Tuesday Haikusday.” Please join me as I wax poetic about “napping,” as suggested in a previous post by reader Sammy of One Spoiled Cat.

zen garden rock crepes 2016

Eh hem…

Soft pillow holds me
Molded to my body’s shape
While I nap so hard.
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In the dark I lie
Yet in my sleep, I’m truthful
Who can blame me now?
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A timeless, classic,
Ancient way to pass the time.
Sleep waits for no one.
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What do you want to hear about next time?
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Love,
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Crepes.
PS. Kitten season is coming.

 

Confession Friday: What the Hell Is This? Part 2.

Dear Readers,

I appreciated all of the support I received last week when I talked about the mysterious adoption note I found regarding one Pinckle Grelyak. (Alias: Martha Sassy Sprinkle Sorbet.)

I have found more. Brace yourselves for this news:

The Evidence

The Evidence

There it is. In Yellow and White. The definitive evidence of “Adoption Contracts” that one Louie Sorbet and one Martha Sorbet (Alias: Pinckle) have been adopted. I find it odd that their adoption dates are different. I find it further odd that they’re from 2014!

My face right now:

My face. Right now.

My face. Right now.

I have to go lie down.

 

Love,

 

Crepes.

Tuesday Haikusday: The Snow

zen garden rock snow
Today, I have decided to wax poetic about the snow or lack thereof.
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Hey snow, where are you?
I like watching through the glass
As you stop traffic.
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Floating down softly
seesawing through the crisp air
Touching down, lightly.
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You make the streets slick
Drivers are swearing while I
Relax and groom fur.
Love,
Crepes.
PS. I’m taking suggestions for next week’s Tuesday Haikusday topic. What’chu got?