Mittens, my bestest furriend, that was a furry furry great poem! You look furry comfortable up there. I wish I could jump up on fings again. I am too stiff to jump up on anyfing anymore. - Your bestest furriend - Trixie
We didn't know you were so talented, Mittens. We wish Grandma had a computer so she could see your wonderful website for herself. Our Mum tells her all about it. Toby likes to sleep in the closet, too, but he just sleeps; he doesn't wax poetic about it, unless you count snoring... Tilly and Toby
Your are a true poet! I don't get to sleep in my person't clothes, clean or not, she puts it away so fast. Says she doesn't want a lot of my fur following her to work. I guess it would make her lonesome for me all day when whe is gone. Sometimes I pull down a towel from the bathroom towelbar and make a nest out of it. I don't even care if its wet :)
I'm glad that you like my foot, with all your toes I know that you are an expert foot looker.
Mittens! I didn't know you were such the poet!! Then again, haven't known you too long! That was beautiful! Can't wait to see more of your work! Good job!
Mittens, my bestest furriend, that was a furry furry great poem! You look furry comfortable up there. I wish I could jump up on fings again. I am too stiff to jump up on anyfing anymore. - Your bestest furriend - Trixie
ReplyDeleteI didn't know what a good poet you were. Very nice. you do look so comfy.
ReplyDeleteMittens - a lovely poem, you are very talented
ReplyDeleteWhat a fine poet you are!
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice poem, Mittens. And what a nice place to snuggle you have!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem, Miss Mittens. You are so very talented with your prose!
ReplyDeleteWe didn't know you were so talented, Mittens. We wish Grandma had a computer so she could see your wonderful website for herself. Our Mum tells her all about it.
ReplyDeleteToby likes to sleep in the closet, too, but he just sleeps; he doesn't wax poetic about it, unless you count snoring...
Tilly and Toby
We love your poetry. Saw lots of it your archives! And that is a great hidepput you found!
ReplyDeleteDear Miss Pollytoes;
ReplyDeleteYour are a true poet!
I don't get to sleep in my person't clothes, clean or not, she puts it away so fast. Says she doesn't want a lot of my fur following her to work. I guess it would make her lonesome for me all day when whe is gone. Sometimes I pull down a towel from the bathroom towelbar and make a nest out of it. I don't even care if its wet :)
I'm glad that you like my foot, with all your toes I know that you are an expert foot looker.
--- Beezer
I don't get to snuggle with the clothes either. But you look mightly comfy there.
ReplyDeleteAnd people wonder why I sleep in the laundry basket. Humans...
ReplyDeleteMittens! I didn't know you were such the poet!! Then again, haven't known you too long! That was beautiful! Can't wait to see more of your work! Good job!
ReplyDeleteThat is a truely inspired poem and a very cute picture ~Merlin, Shadow, Ko Ko
ReplyDeleteYou not only have wonderful toes and a lovely face, but you're a wonderful poet too. You're something special, Mittens. :)
ReplyDelete~~ Mom Robyn
That am a lurvly poem, Ms. Mittens. You've said the way I feel when I snuggle in the laundry. Thanks for sharing your creativity wif us.
ReplyDeleteYou look so comfortable in your special place. It must also be very inspirational for your creative writing. What a wonderful poem!
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