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
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
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!
Posted in Celebration/Fandom
“There are very few things that surprise me” Judi Dench
I’m not getting old, I am getting better
I am becoming a classic
Like the fine wine
For a special occasion to dine
Like the little red Corvette
You always wanted as a pet
I am
much better
more wiser
and even smarter
Than ever
Extraordinary woman
Exemplary human
Remarkable personality
Striking beauty
If you challenge me
I will compete with thee
Reach the finish line
Before you have the time
To Say
Wait for me!
Many things I have accomplished
Some of them without compliments
Many more still to come
Before I am done
What’s up next
You ask
Without being hexed
I would like the task
Ruler of the World naturally to follow
But not today,
Maybe tomorrow
Posted in Freaky Friday: Tales of the odd and unexpected
“Could you like chill for a sec?” Freaky Friday The Movie
Polar Night
Presently:
“Darkness surrounds us.
There has been no spec of light for months, or possibly hours?
I am not really sure. All I know, is, that I have lost all track of time.”
Before:
In the darkness we lived for a long time. But then, “It” appeared.
A round object, in the darkest of skies. Super moon, they said. It will bring us light, they said.
Some speculated of another, possibly even more powerful, than the first one would exist.
Apparently, the objects did not appear at the same time, rather the other would disappear as the other’s time, was to shine. The more sceptic ones believed the tales to be told by fools, who had their heads in the clouds. The only thing proven to exist, was the darkness and its shroud.
Presently:
But, for now, we could only hope the tales were true, as we go on without dark little lives.
And daring to hope, that maybe, some day, the tales told by fools, would bring us the jewels
of light.
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry
“Without reflection, we go blindly on our way,
creating more unintended consequences,
and failing to achieve anything useful”
Margaret J. Wheatley
Daily Reflections
Time flying by
Without commotion
Life flying by
Like inflicted emotions
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry
“Without reflection, we go blindly on our way,
creating more unintended consequences,
and failing to achieve anything useful”
Margaret J. Wheatley
Daily Reflections
Daily reflections
Today’s expectations?
All now neglected
By the calm of the ocean
