The cat jealousy is strong today.
It is finally cooling off. And there is no power greater than a warm blanket on a chilly morning. But I overcame. And now, since I spent too much time fighting my bed linens, I must depart.
Sorry I’ve been absent as of late. My words have been absent as well.
Now, go! Do monday things. And try to find something to smile for.
Somebody was bowling last night. Or maybe it was thunder. Either way, I could have probably slept through it. What I cannot sleep through is thirty-seven cats who don’t know what bowling or thunder is and are marching back and forth across my head while desperately trying to find shelter from the apparent planetary bombardment…
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Now that I am awake, or at least not quite asleep, and sitting in my Haiku writing chair while the dawn casts its murky shadows through scattered showers, I can hear the soft, rhythmic, yarffing of a hairball being discharged somewhere in the house. What fun it will be, to discover it’s secret locus, whilst walking through these suburban chambers. I don’t even know where it may have landed. Not that it matters. There is no hope of ever finding the cat-yak visually. No. These deposits are undetectable to the human eye. At least until I step in it. It is therefore my plan to remain sitting, in safety, until someone else awakes and wanders about….
Anywho! It’s Thursday. Make sure the garbage goes out. And water the plants. Should probably take a nap too.
Another visit from Chica.
And I have six minutes to get to work.
Soooo….
Bye!
I should begin by apologizing. There was no cat in the previous Haiku picture, and I did not warn you. I hope you didn’t spend too much time searching for one.
There is a cat in today’s Haiku picture! I still hope you don’t spend too much time searching for her. She takes up a third of the frame. It would be kind of pathetic if you needed to search at all.
This is an older picture. At the time of writing, Chai (that’s the cat in the picture) was away at college. She is very studious. Dedicated to her education. Won’t be home until Thanksgiving at least. And of course she is welcome back whenever she wants to be home. We are very proud of her and want her to be successful and happy out there in the wide and wild world. But we also like having her home, and look forward to seeing her. We love her and we miss her and we hope she isn’t getting too stoned at college.
Well, thats all the time I have today. I hope you all enjoyed my words this morning. It feels good to have some words to share, I had a bit of a dry spell there. 17 syllables might not sound like a lot, but sometimes it’s more than I can manage.
Amywho. Eat some breakfast! Drink water! Socks go on before shoes! Have a day, everyone!!!
Before you bruise your brain trying to find the cat in this picture, there isn’t one. This is a picture (and Haiku) of a tree. A willow tree, to be specific. Mrs. Womping Willooooow, to be most spacifical.
I planted he when she was just a wee stick of a thing on this day way back in 2019. Technically, as she was a stick and regardless of wee-ness, she was “born” before I planted her. But like a cat, we celebrate the day they adopted us. And so, every year, on or about the 13th of September, we celebrate the life of this grand arboreital specimen. So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Madame Willooooooow! Have a drink.
I do feel that I get repetitive with my writing. But it can be difficult to maintain creative originality when you limit yourself to a single topic, and then limit yourself to seventeen syllables. But still, I have managed it rather successfully. This probably means I’m awesome. But don’t worry. I won’t get all ‘scary superstar’ about it.
But it begs the question: should I Haiku about non-cat stuff? I know. There isn’t anything as worthy of poetic praise. But there are some other things worth some praise. Like sunsets, and baby raccoons, and sleeping in on a snowy morning, and cheese.
Would I have to change the name? I mean, if I went too far from Cats. “Almost Daily Random Stuff Haiku” just doesn’t have the same gravitas. How about “The Haiku Pile”? Maybe “Heap-o-Haiku”?
Nah. I’ll stick with Daily (almost) Cats (mostly)
Hey! It’s Thursday!! That means a work crew will show up at 6:30 in the morning and start tearing down a tree in my neighbor’s front yard…. Ok. That is not a typical Thursday thing. But it is apparently a this Thursday thing. And as cool as it is to see a big tree get cut into small pieces, I would have liked another two or three hours of not hearing heavy equipment and chainsaws.
Take the garbage out! Water the plants!
See you kids later.
Bruni eyes are awesome. Well, he is awesome, so I suppose it just makes sense that his eyes are awesome too.
These blurbles really suck lately. Not finding a lot of words. Can’t sentencitize the ones I can find. And all of you suffer for it. I do apologize for that, but what can ya do!
Have a day. Extra points if it’s a Wednesday! Drink water. Change your socks. Don’t mess with the wildlife.
It is September First. And it is going to be 95°f. And humid. And gross.
Summer should go away now.
Well. I guess I can get that latte iced…
Pants are on, car is started, AC is cranked. Let’s get to it. Have a day, yeah?
Drugs for breakfast is fine. If it weren’t, Starbucks would go out of business.
I have run out of time for writing. I spent too much time watching the builders across the street unloading a frigging ha-yuge slab of granite from a pickup truck and then roll it into the house. At least they had some wheels.
And for those of you keeping up with the remodeling works across the street, you’ll never believe what color it is…. Yep! Its black. I suppose black counter tops are better than white. But still.
Anycrap. Have fun, enjoy your monday. Or at least try.
Say hello to Chica!! (Or maybe it’s “Chika”? She looks like she has a “k” in her name.) I had the chance to visit this pretty little gatita the other day. She lives all the way in the upper right. I don’t get out that way as often as I should, but now that I know there are gatos, I should come out more often. There’s also family. But family with cats is always better.
I’m posting this early so i can share it with some of my Upper Right peoples before i head back to The Middle. But if you think about it, time is just numbers. And numbers means math. And I don’t do math on Sundays, so it all works out fine.
For all you 9 to 5ers out there, enjoy your fleeting moments of freedom today. And for you industry peeps, you’re still asleep and working tonight, but you can enjoy freedom tomorrow. And for everyone, hug the ones you love, today and any day you can.
Be kind. Rewind.
