Ed.Comment: Every once in a while, we like to let Cat write something for the blog. (It lets her feel like she’s part of the team, not just the site owner.) So here’s her contribution. We will be back to regular content next week.
The young wolves were ready to howl.
They had spent the night on a prowl.
But the moon was not bright,
So they started to fight;
And were left in a mood quite foul.
The kittens loved to play and romp.
On rubber mousies they would chomp.
They never stopped,
Or exhausted, flopped,
While trying to find things to whomp.
The laughing bear cubs slid on the ice.
The slick ice on their paws felt quite nice.
Then one started to fall
And his mother did call,
Because he needed her ice advice.
Sometimes our dear cats become jealous,
And may use many means to tell us
That they want to play
Or in our laps lay.
And on that point become quite zealous.
Is the panda really a bear?
Or another species quite rare?
He’s adorably cute
In his black-and-white suit.
Relatives? He hasn’t a care.
(not related, but very cute)
Pictures courtesy of Google Images