Posted in Quote a Week Tuesday
Quote a Week Tuesday
For this week’s quote, something for Valentine’s Day:
“All you need is love.
But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt”
Charles M. Schulz
Posted in Seat Sunday
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Bar Seats
The sound of clinking glass
When the waitresses pass
Patrons in the corner,
Trying hard to ignore them
Sitting on my comfy seat
With a tasting treat
I really shouldn’t cheat
Of the new year’s promise concrete
But sometimes,
I just need to admit defeat
And have a sweet tasting treat!
Posted in Seat Sunday
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Bar Seats
Sitting in a comfy leathery seat
With your favourite treat
Chosen none too hasty
A glass of something tasty
Enjoy the fleeting moment
Without any sound or comment
It won’t last for long
And then, the moment, is gone
Posted in Caturday
“In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods;
they have not forgotten this”
Terry Pratchett
Adventures of Lilli the Cat
Photo Assistant
“Who is ready for their close-ups?”
The little assistant asked
As she the camera passed
To the photographer
“Snap snap”
The camera clacked
Voila: the little helper
Got herself in a picture!
Posted in Caturday
“In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods;
they have not forgotten this”
Terry Pratchett
Adventures of Lilli the Cat
Acro-cat
Little Lilli cat
Is quite the acrobat
No time for a chit chat
Nor catching a rat
Always umping up
From the mat
Showing off all that
The nimble little
Acro-cat
Posted in Caturday
“In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods;
they have not forgotten this”
Terry Pratchett
Adventures of Lilli the Cat
Sleepy Time
“Now the play times and fun are over
And sleepy time is getting closer
Time to take things slower
And curl up
On a comfy lap
Time for a nap
For I am the real Sleepy Kittie
So time to end this ditty”
Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude
“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac
Solitude
At the turn of the hour
The lone yellow flower
Has mustered all its power
Fully loaded with a new attitude
To leave the state of solitude