A post from the past…

But this IS Zee, my kitten. Especially this morning when I had to untangle him from my hair. I believe he thinks I am a Mama Cat so he has to sleep on my head or on my chest. Before the cat removal from my hair this morning…he woke me up earlier by shoving his face literally in my mouth…then started to lick my face. Cat tongues are NOT fun. His kisses feel like I’m getting a micro-dermabrasion each and every time. At least my face is smoother because of it…no need to go to the spa. I have Zee trying to get attention. LOL..
Here’s Cat Haiku:

You never feed me. Perhaps I’ll sleep on your face. That will sure show you.
You must scratch me there!
 Yes, above my tail! Behold, elevator butt.
The rule for today: Touch my tail, I shred your hand. New rule tomorrow.
In deep sleep hear sound cat vomit hairball somewhere will find in morning.
Grace personified. I leap into the window. I meant to do that.
Blur of motion, then — silence, me, a paper bag. What is so funny?
The mighty hunter Returns with gifts of plump birds — your foot just squashed one.
You’re always typing. Well, let’s see you ignore my sitting on your hands.
My small cardboard box. You cannot see me if I can just hide my head.
Terrible battle. I fought for hours. Come and see! What’s a ‘term paper?’
Small brave carnivores Kill pine cones and mosquitoes, Fear vacuum cleaner
I want to be close to you. Can I fit my head inside your armpit?
Wanna go outside. Oh, poop! Help! I got outside! Let me back inside!
Oh no! Big One has been trapped by newspaper! Cat to the rescue!
Humans are so strange. Mine lies still in bed, then screams; My claws are not that sharp
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