Saturday, January 24, 2015

Cake and Mice Cream

 
Today my human family’s cat – a.k.a. my arch nemesis – celebrated his thirteenth birthday. The teenager part is new, but even the bipeds won’t dispute that he’s been moody his whole life!
 
Now that he’s a teen, he might start using slang terms to accompany his nonchalant cattitude. (I recently learned from Buzzfeed that phrases like “swag money” and “turnt” are uber-pawpular.) But if things go as I suspect, he’ll stick to his one-meow vocabulary. After all, he’s never shared my verbosity!
 
Fate of all fates, the human who translates my rat squeaks into English for this blog insisted that I play mice – er, nice – with the critter. But as you can see from the photo above, as soon as her back was turned, he took a swipe at me! I think he was confusing me with his birthday present, making plans to turn me into a rat party hat.
 
I drew the line, though, when it came time to celebrate. For while it’s easy to guess what my favorite birthday treat is (cheesecake, of course), it’s likewise not difficult to surmise his. Still stumped? Check out this blog’s title.
 
Keepin’ it squeak,
Bob

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Fleaturn to the Blue

 
 
Several years ago, now, I once blogged abou’
A day that was crystalline blue;
When did my red eyes see sapphire skies –
What a view, I’m squeaking to you.
 
Oh that day, what a thrill! After long winter chill,
Mother Earth gave us something so grand;
I had to go out, had to scamper about,
On the dirt I just had to stand.
 
Today’s like that day: the winter’s at bay,
A blast from the past indeed;
The cold rain is all done – I can now see the sun!
Of this clime I’ve had very great need.
 
On this you can count: I can run up a mount!
Or take on and wrestle a cat;
Even I want to purr when sun’s on my fur,
Now what do you think about that?!
 
With weather like this, I would sure be remiss
If inside I stayed to write;
So despite the wind, I took and I penned
This blog on a mountaintop site.
 
I do hope your year is much filled with cheer,
And blue days like this abound;
Let us all now delight when weather is bright,
In the sky and right here on the ground!
 
Keepin’ it squeak,
Bob