Merry Kittymas, everyone πππ
I compose this poem in celebration of our National Day
Title: Out of the Box
Singapaw, sunny island in a box,
Some say it's a paradox.
Only cats and all their fur
Fit a box snug in joyful purr.
Under the sunny skies and puffy cloud,
Singapaw is my box lined in strout.
Staking my precious kibbles and possession,
I express in feline obsession:
Gratitude to those have sown
And make our nation grown.
Also to those who weathered the pandemic
None in the world can mimic .
No reason nor rhyme a moment we pause,
To meow out loud for a glorious birthday cause....
"HAPPY 57th BIRTHDAY, SINGAPORE π"
Raise the flag
It's a birthday tag!
Your Good Catizen, Gong Xi ~Cat Poet~
If you are looking for me, I am busy giving my sister a tongue bath!
Grooming time
I grooming my baby sister! SOMEBODY got to do it!
Don't stop cleaning yourselves!
Note to meowself: Be not a distraught citizen. Stay to your core and purr more πΎ
Monday has broken. The Monday of all Mondays. Oh what a joyous Monday to start a brand new week. I love Mondays. Yay!
πOh Gong Xi, shut up! There are still Monday haters around!
Chomp chomp chomp..
I eat therefore I am
A poetry for you
-- The Jaundiced Race --
Mice and lizards are not for fun,
crazy like pelicans under the sun.
Dear people, for all the time
In the world at your prime,
the mouse becomes Jerry
and the lizard sits on a bowl of cherry.
Cats like us simply boogie and ogle
while the world apparently google
for crazy pelicans, cartoon mice,
not forgetting the lizards not being nice.
All things pale in comparison to a cat's fate
whose biting tongue finishes the race late.
Written by Gong Xi.
I am testing out a new scratch board my Slave Mummy presented me.
Hmmmmm pretty good! Its surface is "rough" and tough. But it doesn't sit on the ground firmly.
Gong Xi girl, you are getting too fat and heavy ....