Hot Hot Hot

N ever have I felt so much humidy! It is sooooo hot, that I wish that I didn't have such a pretty white coat. That's the trade off I guess. But a kitty must always look marvy, even on hot day.

I was thinking to myself; maybe I should ask 'D&D' for a fur cut. Is that silly? But ..... what if hey give me something ... like a mohawk! Now wouldn't I be a sight with a mohawk! All I would need would be a stud collar and I could become a 'punk kitty'.

And I really think that if I were to have 'D&D' cut my fur, I would like bangs. I think bangs are cool. But since I do not have fur growing down over my eyes, bangs would be out of the question.

But I must say. If I really think about it. I'm purrrfect just like I am. Sweet .... pure ... innocent.

Sitting Pretty

Oh I was just sitting pretty, upon the kitchen counter, looking out the window, minding my own business when 'D' decided to take a picture of me. Oh it made me mad. The noise of the camera snapped me out of my 'kitty day dream'.

I had spotted a tasty looking birdie outside, so inside my mind I was outside, chasing after the birdie. Oh it was so fun. The wind in my fur, the smell of dirt in the air, the warmth of the sunshine upon my pretty face. Then, that stupid camera noise awoke me from my spring-time trance.

Just wait ..... the next time 'D' is asleep, all snug in the bed, with visions of whatevers dancing in his head - I'm going to wake his butt up! See how he likes it!

Black and White

D&D have to wear black clothing where they work. They make comments about wearing black all the time. Everyone there has to wear black, so that they look similair. Hmmmm, I'm not a college graduate, but that sounds like a uniform to me.
Regardless, I find it - I don't know - ironic that I am a white cat and they wear black clothes. Needless to say, my beautiful, pristine 'hair' usually (most always), ends up on their black clothes.
Oh you can hear the grumblings in the morning. And the ripping noise, as sheets are ripped off the lint roller each morning.
And believe you me! I hear about it. DUH! What do D&D expect. Cats shed. I shed. Opposites attract. White fur -------- black clothes. Maybe I should write a poem about it. Yeah! That's the ticket!

Black and White By Keldan

I stretch.
White strands of perfection float upward.
They ride the wind currants - dancing to silent music.
They dance their dance, knowing that the wind ride will end.
They see the darkness.
It calls to them.
'Come dance with me. Come dance on my dark dance floor.'
Like a moth to flame, they lite upon the darkness.
And dance their dance of joy.

"KELDAN! YOU GOT FUR ALL OVER MY WORK CLOTHES"

The End.