Momma knows where I've been
And where I plan to go
She says it is due to
My toes in the snow
She knows I'm in the woodpile
When the cold winds blow
She says it is due to
My toes in the snow
She says they are my calling card
When I'm walking to and fro
She says it is due to
My toes in the snow
~Mistrie Rose~
12/2006
cute little footsie prints!! Maybe you should gets some boots so that your feetsies doesn't get cold.
ReplyDeleteAt least your mum can find you. I hopes your feetsies don't get too cold. ::sigh:: But I really wish you would accept the invitation and come inside. Nice and warm and cozy.
ReplyDeleteMistrie,
ReplyDeleteIts good that the Momma can know where you are. The weather may have gotten very cold ...Brrr... And the Papa has made some nice beds to keep you out of the wind and wet all nice and cozy in your special beds. We are luck kitties who have good people to love us!
---Beezer
Take good care of yourself, my dear Mistrie.
ReplyDeletelove,
Mia
Awww Mistrie Rose - what a good poem. You are good to let your Momma know where you've been cause we bet she worries about you. -- Alberta, Sky, Blackie, Charlie and Maggie Fu
ReplyDeleteThat's a very nice poem, Mistrie. I also hope that your toes don't get too cold.
ReplyDeleteToesies in the snowsies!
ReplyDeleteLook after yourself, Miss Mistrie.
Sweet delicate little feet!
ReplyDeleteHope you don't get cold feet, Mistrie!
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry to find that I missed Precious's birthday. Please give her some scritches and birthday purrs from me!
We had a card from Auntie Jody today - she is in Boise so she is in the same state as you. She has an Idaho kitty called Lil' Orphan Annie. All Idaho kitties are furry nice!
Your poems always make us feel happy and bring smiles to us. That one was speshully sing songy and fun. "Toes in the snow". Oh so happy.
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem, Mistrie. Mom an Dad see prints in our snow, but it's mostly squirrels an bunnies. One year there was a cat they called Prints... or Print-cess. Keep yur toes warm, okay?
ReplyDeletePurrs!
Stay warm Mistrie Rose. We were worried that our storm might come your way!
ReplyDeleteStay warm little girl
ReplyDeletewhat a purrty poem! keep those toesies warm!!!
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