Posted in Caturday: Photography, Tale, Poetry and Humour
Photo credits Miranda & Jessica Solingius
“Meow” means “woof” in cat.”
—George Carlin
Caturday: Adventures of Mr Diesel and Ms Vänster
It was broken when we got here?
“I didn’t do it
Nobody saw me do it
Can’t prove anything…
(the canine pointing at the feline)
The cat did it!”
Posted in Caturday: Photography, Tale, Poetry and Humour
Photo credits Miranda & Jessica Solingius
“Meow” means “woof” in cat.”
—George Carlin
Caturday: Adventures of Mr Diesel and Ms Vänster
All bundled up and no where to go
Well, guess I’ll just take it slow
Let my minions do my bidding
After all, it is only fitting
The hooman made me take the bath
While little me, splashing and helpless, she just laughed
Now, let’s see who laughs last!
Posted in Caturday: Photography, Tale, Poetry and Humour
Photo credits Miranda & Jessica Solingius
“Meow” means “woof” in cat.”
—George Carlin
Caturday: Adventures of Mr Diesel and Ms Vänster
Just when you thought
It was safe to leave sit in your spot…
…Jaws, has returned!
Posted in Caturday: Photography, Tale, Poetry and Humour
Photo credits Miranda & Jessica Solingius
“Meow” means “woof” in cat.”
—George Carlin
Caturday: Adventures of Mr Diesel and Ms Vänster
“Going duck huntin’
Ain’t no time for gruntin’
There is just one thing
I love more than this:”
Well, actually there are quite a few things, which come to mind…
Stomping, eating, sleeping, bumping, wanting, something something
Yeah, quite a few things, actually!
Posted in Caturday: Photography, Tale, Poetry and Humour
Photo credits Miranda & Jessica Solingius
“Meow” means “woof” in cat.”
—George Carlin
Caturday: Adventures of Mr Diesel and Ms Vänster
“This is my spot, my spot!
Hooman, move your head,
Or go someplace else instead!
This is my spot!
Come to think of it:
All spots in this house are mine,
Mine I tell ya, mine!”
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry and Humour
“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.”
Steve Martin
Night Time
In the middle of the night
When nothing stirs, nothing moves
A few solemn lights
In the slow wind groove
The rain the only sound
And it really, really is loud!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 