Poetry Friday: Dance

Once again, our fearless leader, has provided us with another stunning selection for Poetry Friday. This week, our inspiration is dance. I am too cool to dance, just call me, Patches, wallflower extraordinaire.

Okay, maybe I’m not too cool, but I am too inhibited. Due to an unfortunate incident involving Dirty Girl, a dozen of sailors on leave, and a whole lotta jello shots, the Missus opted to lock up the liquor cabinet before she left town for the weekend, thus robbing me of liquid courage.

So, this will have to suffice. Happy weekend all, and thanks for reading!

Poetry Friday: Tattoo

TThis week our beloved Mono has passed the bar to another talented wordsmith, the every genteel and clever, Irrelephant. The word is tattoo.

I considered getting inked and posting pictures of the process, until the Missus mentioned I would need to be shaved first. I’m not that kinky…a house cat with a Brazilian isn’t sexy, he’s just fucking cold. Maybe body piercing would be more prudent.

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Freedom isn’t synonymous with getting one’s way, it’s simply the absence of constraints.

When you took ownership of me, it had little impact on my independence. It meant small adjustments, like allowing you to upon doors or assist with my coat. It never changed my habit of climbing upon the kitchen counter for access to shelves beyond my reach, diminished my desire to carry my own groceries, or my determination to perform my own home maintenance.

You never branded me like a piece of chortle or marked me indelibly like a tattoo. Instead, you allowed me to remain me, taking ownership in the subtlest of ways. Gently cradling the small of my back with your fingertips. A gentle nudge encouraging me left or right. A silent warning to predatory males. Restricted Access.

Poetry Friday: Time

And it is said Mona climbed the mountain with the intentions of procuring the word. When she retuned, she carried the Poetry Friday inspiration carved in a stone tablet and that word was time.

What an apropos choice for inspiration. I promised myself, I wouldn’t apologize for my erratic blogging appearances, but damn Skippy! I’ve been busier than a three legged cat in an ass licking contest. Okay maybe not me exactly. It’s the Missus. She hasn’t stayed in one position for very long, and frankly, she is running me ragged. You guys understand it is my responsibility, no my duty, hell, my obligation to supervise all the activities of the house…and it has been exhausting.

I’m not nearly as tired when the Mister is around. Hopefully, things will wind down soon and I can resume entertaining you with my soft belly, furry, purry antics.

 

Poetry Friday: Hit

The word from Mona is hit.

Poetry Friday: Birthday

Poetry Friday has arrived! Mona has proclaimed birthday to be be this week’s inspiration, so it shall be done. Have a good weekend!