Today’s topic: The Great Shed. It’s happening right now in my house. My FODs are complaining about it, and so, I wax poetic about their sorrows.
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Spring is upon us.
My hair migrates far away
All over the house.
.
Your ice cream tastes sweet.
You feel something on your tongue.
Yes, it’s my fur. Yes.
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I lick myself clean.
But now I must purge the waste.
Good luck finding it.
How do you handle The Great Shed in your house? Do you shed proud and free, or do you hide it in the closet? Do you have a haiku about it? Share with me.
Love, Crepes.
Cat laughs in haiku
or is he hacking up a
hairball just for you.
Oh goodness, how did I miss this? I wasn’t hacking up a hairball. I’m far more dainty than that. Truly, even my laughter is poetic. – Crepes.
my furz in yur drink
helpz ta swallow dont cha think
dont throw in de sink
Fabulous! Love it. It made me laugh, like this:
hahahahaha
hahahahahahaha
hahahahaha – Crepes.
Funny you mentioned that, I have the “great shed” times two…I have a Shetland Sheepdog AND a cat so the fur right now is crazy! I was just mentioning when I was petting Cody (our cat) the other night that he was shedding more than usual.
Times 5 in our home, Caren. Times 5. – Crepes.