Tuesday, March 28, 2006
I sit behind the people's chair
Hiding silently aware
I think she looks for me
I lay under the covers here
Knowing that she is very near
I know she looks for me
Up atop my kitty tree
This is a great place to flee
She looks, and looks some more
A cozy little ball I make
Very flat, a round pancake
She looks, and stops, and stares
Way up high in my little perch
While she does her silly search
She calls; I answer not
When and if I want, you see
For her to actually locate me
She will, (but when I choose)
Posted by One Of The Girls at 6:27 AM
Muddy, BloggingCat.com posted at 7:05 AM
You are sooo good with poetry!!! hehehehe
posted at 8:01 AM
Ooh yes, Ms Patches, it's a very good poem, and also you are very clever about hiding until you want to be found.
Scooby, Shaggy & Scout posted at 8:22 AM
Oh Patches thats a wonderful poem! And we can barely see you in that cat perch!
DEBRA posted at 8:45 AM
You are good at rhymin' and hidin'!
Oreo posted at 2:24 PM
You am all way talented Patches!
The Meezers posted at 3:00 PM
you are so furry talented Patches!
Peggy posted at 3:16 PM
we loves to hide too but mom seems to find us everytime! Did you know your words are purrty!
Fat Eric posted at 3:17 PM
Patches you are so sneaky at hiding! I like your poems too.
Victor Tabbycat posted at 6:26 PM
That's furry purrty, Miss Patches. You're good at hidin in plain site. I'm workin on it, but it's so hard to sit still.
Beau Beau & Angie posted at 4:29 AM
You am good at hiding. Such an insfuration to poetry.
one of us posted at 11:40 PM
we like your poem and pictures ~Merlin, Shadow, Ko KO
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