Sonnet

Frida is writing her meowmoirs in the form of a sonnet. So far she has a title and the first quatrain.

"I Am Enough"
by Frida

They do not need
All of those others:
The endless parade
Of "sisters" and "brothers".

Daisy misses breakfast

On weekend mornings I sleep in, just because I get up at 5am the rest of the week. My husband feeds the cats. He is awesome that way. This morning he told me Daisy didn't come down for breakfast. So in a very sleepy state, I began opening closets to look for her. I called her name. I couldn't hear a reply until I got to my office. I was about to check the closet in there but first I opened the second drawer of the big oak filing cabinet that used to belong to my Aunt Kathleen. There was Daisy. She had spent the night in there. I have to be super vigilant whenever I open a drawer, because her second favorite game after trying to get into the bedroom closet is to try to get into the filing cabinet. Once she has penetrated, she gets down behind the drawer and climbs through to another drawer. There is not much room in there, because it is full of files, but apparently there is enough for her not to be crushed when I closed the drawer last night, not realizing she was in there. My husband observed that she is at the same time the smartest and least intelligent cat we have ever known. Just now I opened the drawer, and she thought hard about it for a few seconds, and then up she went into the drawer-- trusting, I suppose, that I would save her from her silly game 99 times out of 100, which means she is good to go for another 98 rounds. 

Shanty

What do you do with an ancient kitty?
Put her in your lap and call her pretty.
What do you do with an ancient kitty,
early in the morning?

Hoo rah and up she rises
A little bit stiff in the joints she rises
Waiting for her breakfast up she rises
Early in the morning. 

Bob wrote the first verse for Frida during tv lap time Friday night.