Sometimes, mr big can actually come in handy!
I’ve just returned home from Italy, where I met many a cat. I was even living for awhile with a lovely calico named Eirene who gave birth to four little kittens. I was tempted to stuff them in my pockets and sneak them through Customs on my way back, but they were still a little young. When I got home, there was Ted, our grizzled old boy, who greeted me with a certain feline nonchalance. Did he seem, in fact, a little irritated with me?
sorry to be away so long but i couldn’t get online
mr big skips town and leaves the computer off
son of a gun
he has no respect whatsoever for my needs
or those of my readers god i love you guys
trust me i could feel your despondency
but i’m back with you now so be of good cheer
me i spent half the time trying to write in longhand
you should try writing in longhand sometime
while attempting to hold a pen with your paws
let me tell you it puts the curse back in cursive
meanwhile our big-shot world traveller is back
having changed not a bit i mean not a bit
no new haircut no improvements to the
quote unquote wardrobe
and still wearing the same shoes
mr big goes to italy and doesn’t buy shoes
hell if i went to italy i’d buy shoes and i can’t even wear shoes
aside from the general dishevelment
did i mention that he looks kind of wan and haggard?
this comes from three feverish weeks at the trough
eating and eating and eating and
sometimes napping
i gotta say if there’s one thing that bothers me
it’s someone who does nothing but eat and nap
there’s more life than that
isn’t there?
ok give me a minute
Ted the Cat (1994-present) is a domestic shorthair blogger and vers libre poet. He also enjoys sleeping, eating, and lurking. Ted the Cat co-habits with Kaze,
also a blogger at 317am.net.
Well, there’s also stinking up the cat box.
RDR and Bardd
Oh, buddy, buddy, Ted, my friend
so good to see you here.
We really missed the two of you,
a lot, a heck of it.
RDR
I did miss him and truly hoped
his stay in Rome would leave him
with a sparkle in his eye
and Chanti-Romance in his heart
Bardd
Needless to say my little sobs
were just for you, Ted, and yet,
I like the bloke, I really do,
but wish he’d stop his blahblahblah
about scratchboxes and such …
unless HE sits to pee, of course
(which all men should).
RDR
Enough, young Bardd Blewyn, enough,
remember you’re of Plaine d’Anjou stock
and should not talk ’bout things like
that so openly.
After all (and that’s for Ted and you alike)
there’s more to life than that: such as
thanking Rasoir for being there while Kaze
was dreaming lovely dreams in lovely Rome.
Bardd and friends, thank you for hanging in there…but when adventure calls, even mr big must follow. Fortunately, as you say, Ras remains steadfast.