Join Delores, Mother Owl, and me as we tackle this week's topic . . . AWAKENING. Please feel free to leave your poem (or a link to your poem on your blog) in the comments.
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Short poem this week. I'm still recuperating, and strangely enough I feel more tired now than I did when I was sicker. What's up with that? Drop in adrenaline? Delayed reaction? I have no idea.
I started three different posts for this topic, and finally figured out an "angle" that worked for me. There's something to be said for stubbornness - and living with cats :)
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If You Guessed "The Cat" You Get A Gold Star
Somebody's chewing my hair
Somebody's licking my face
Somebody's purring too loud
Somebody's got me awake
Somebody's walking upon me
Somebody's got laser eyes
Somebody's bound and determined
To make her Somebody arise
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Not my cat, but exact same expression ... |
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Next week's topic is . . . SPRING CLEANING . . . good luck!
I am all too familiar with that expression and those antics.
ReplyDeleteWhen my eyes spring open and the clock says three am,
I shut them.
Rapidly.
hopefully,
fruitlessly.
At 3.30 I give up, and
Reluctantly start my day.
The cat is happy.
Your poem made me smile, EC ... even though I know it's not funny a lot of days. Maybe ever ...
DeleteThank you for playing along today.
Our cat pushes the door open, and if that doesn't work, claws at something to make noise, and if that doesn't work, jumps up on the bed and sort of attacks my feet.
ReplyDeleteMostly she waits until she hears me get up to use the bathroom and winds around my feet in the dark.
And wants me to let her out, but not straight away or anything like that, no, there has to be some kibble-crunching first, to fortify her for her outdoor adventures...
I like your poem. It captures the insistent nature of cat behavior perfectly.
And I don't really ever sleep that long at a stretch any more, so my awakenings are many.
-Doug in Oakland
Be careful, Doug - a cat winding around feet is always dangerous, more so in the dark!
DeleteYou are a good cat slave :)
Hope you are feeling better by the grace of God dear Jenny!
ReplyDeletei can totally relate to your situation when you hit the deadline and mind is blank like a white paper due to sickness
i ABSOLUTELY LOVED THE POEM:)))
made me laugh as you portrayed so amazingly the naughty cats and their revolution and protest to rise you up for their service
when my kids were little (less than 3 ) they were just like these furry friends who only knew about their demands and can't realize how you feel at the moment !
beautifully written poem :)
best wishes for your health ,and lots of love and hugs!
Little children are very much like cats, aren't they? Our daughter says that having a cat taught her everything she needed to know about having kids! Thank you for you good wishes and hugs; sending the same back to you. I hope you are feeling better today.
DeleteHehe, yes cats - and babies are like this. Well written!
ReplyDeleteBabies - yes! See my reply to baili, just above ...
Delete... Spring cleaning Yuck! How to make that into a poem? I'll need an even longer bike ride now.
ReplyDeleteHahaha! Sorry :)
DeleteI'm impressed that you could remember your poem in order to write it down when you finished your ride. I can't keep more than a line or two in my head!
You gotta love them. Feel better soon...after all...that Spring cleaning awaits.
ReplyDeleteIndeed! :)
DeleteElephants Child calls them overlords and I think she nailed it!
ReplyDeleteA very creative take on the subject, Jenny :)
Overlords is a great description, isn't it? Thanks, kylie :)
DeleteI can relate so well to your poem. Cats have a different time clocks than ours and demand that we adhere to theirs.
ReplyDeleteI am sorry that you have been so sick, Jenny, and hope you are on the mend and will be enjoying good health soon.
It's also interesting to have more than one cat - as you know. It can add a new twist to being wakened up.
DeleteI'm glad to see you out and about on the internet, Arleen. I missed you.
Lol. Great poem. Brought a smile this wet miserable morning.
ReplyDeleteIt's wet here, too, Marie! I'm glad you got a smile.
DeleteListen to your body now. If you're tired take it slow. The flu this season has a way of circling back after people think they're better. Maybe they pushed themselves too hard, too soon.
ReplyDeleteI have heard that. Not looking forward to Round Two, so I'm being a good girl :)
DeleteYep, that's a cat, we have several who do the same thing. You captured the feline "get up now and feed me" vibe perfectly.
ReplyDeleteThanks for co-hosting and picking the the topics.
Today i wrote a haiku, which almost feels like cheating, but it’s been hard to get up in the mornings so short it is!
Haikus are definitely NOT cheating! I saw yours and it says what many (all?) of us feel!
DeleteThanks for taking part, Mimi.
Oh yeah...(sigh)
ReplyDeleteThey're experts, aren't they? :)
DeleteDon't argue with your body. If it says "sleep!", just do it.
ReplyDeleteMy cats sometimes wake me up doing what I call 'the bladder dash' which is not like balderdash at all.
I wish I could sleep ... cough cough cough ...
DeleteLOL - I know exactly what you mean :)
I am sorry you have not kicked the lurgy to the kerb. Perhaps you have, but keep your head down, nevertheless. As for cats, mine never knew a mother but me, who taught him early on to be more respectful.
ReplyDeleteI'd be interested in how you did that, Joanne!
DeleteGood one.
ReplyDeleteBased on real life :)
DeleteThe late great Milhous the cat was madly in love with my daughter. He slept on her pillow curled around her head. Except he didn't sleep--he guarded her all night and slept during the day. She sometimes awoke during the night because he chewed on her hair.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
This poem is called Kamikaze Kat. It doesn't have anything to do with your topic, but you wrote about a cat and I wrote about a cat.
Kamikaze Kat sets out on mission from heavens above
Celestial white feet cat walk barn rafters
Stealth bomber but ultralight
Black fuselage lean and taught
Catapults from ten thousand thousand angels
Critical speed achieved
Bogey sighted
Flying clean
Facile three-point landing
Black rudder all bottle brush spikes
Invulnerable wind barrel rolls into dog fight
Slaps face
Hisses cat calls at enemy
Cur flees divine supersonic backwash of claws yelping maydays
Victory sanctified
Strolls into sunlight
Soft black ball sleeps at peace
A godlike survivor who knows she was willing to make supreme sacrifice
This is so much fun to read, Janie - I love it! Thanks for sharing it.
DeleteMilhous the cat sounds a bit like a dog-cat, guarding your daughter like that.
He was her guardian angel.
DeleteCats. What would we do without them? YouTube would go out of business :)
ReplyDeleteI can't even imagine the emptiness! :)
DeleteSo appropriate. My Angel used to wake me by purring louder and louder until I couldn't stand it. Lola has a different method, she streaks around me on the bed as fast as she can until I get up to feed her breakfast.
ReplyDeleteThey are all so different, just like people, right?
DeleteHa! I remember those days! But my cat wasn't as subtle as yours - he'd just sit on my head. 100% effective... ;-)
ReplyDeleteHa ha! Yes, that would be very effective!
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