That Morning Sluggishness

There’s a slug in my shower

– sorry you’ll have to go

but however you  got there

I’ll just never know!

 

There’s a slug in my shower

-yes, you might well make haste

And, if that’s how you got there,

go on, back down that waste!

 

There’s a slug in my shower

-Yes, I know you’re quite small

But I just can’t be sharing…

That wouldn’t do at all!

 

There’s a slug in my shower

-yes… it’s raining outside

But you’d get just as wet here,

No use trying to hide!

 

There’s a slug in my shower

-what a card! Enjoy the ride.

I’ll drop you off real gently…

There now, you’re back outside.

 

There’s a no slug in MY shower

-for a moment  I felt sad

But then again…Hey buddy!

Can you find your OWN pad?hug me slugs

Photo credit: http://elizabethruffing.com/2015/06/finally-more-stuffed-toy-slugs.html

Ode to a Toad

I saw you there
And stopped to exchange
Just a word or two.
You didn’t reply
But then I didn’t
Really expect you to,
So I passed on
And left you to your
Silent reverie.

Today you were
Still there – surrounded
By potentially
Tasty morsels but
You took no notice…
And you looked thinner…
I picked you up,
Moved you to somewhere
Where you could
Rest in peace.
croaked frog

Prickles and Pongs

Bribery is the order of the day and, like a carrot, the children are allowed a couple at a time to peer in the box from a safe distance and say hello to the temporary new classmate…in return for producing the required piece of work beforehand. It works. Even the most reluctant scholar perks up and completes the allotted task on time! Unfortunately this coconut-sized bundle of prickles, seems allergic to its fellow students and keeps sneezing – unless it was Pandora’s new perfume which could also be used as an insect repellent as the weather warms up!
Prickles and pongs

Reflecting

You
I wonder what
you
do
on the
other side
of the gate.
You
I see
you
too
wondering what I
do…
on the
other side
of the gate.
highland moo coo

One Year On…

Scooby on a family camping trip to the mainland. He was so excited to have been included that he didn’t mind at all being put on a lead for mealtimes along with his three canine companions.
He was one of the family – taken into the fold and cherished as much as if he were one of the children. Found abandoned on the streets of Newport to fend for himself, once he realised that he was with us to stay he soon made himself at home.
We miss him.
One year today…
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7 Words for Sunday – That’ll do for now

Cheeky Chappy finished. He and me sleepy!Cheeky ChappyCheeky Chappy 1Cheeky Chappy 2

Touch

Tiny nose of softest fur
Brushes warm against my cheek
Purest love

Photo credit: http://www.picstopin.com

Kitten Sittin’

Three little tinkers have me running around in circles, they wolf down their food then head off to get the only adult’s rations. Too fast for me their noses are soon in the other dish and I scoop them up and shut the door quick. Their little pink-padded paws scrabble in the litter tray, carpeting the floor all around with debris. ‘Let them have a run around’ are the instructions so, releasing them once again, they skip and roll their way along the hall, past the other dish and bowl of water which they all stick their faces in on the way by. They race up the stairs and peer at me from through the bannisters; darting in and out, their heads poke through intermittently – challenging me to join them as their furred paws pound the floorboards above my head. Then they fly back to the kitchen again to see what mischief they can get up to in there. Finally with a wistful look outside and a few tentative swings on the curtain, they run out of steam…for now.

I’m kitten sitting!

distractions

Two Word Tuesday – Black Streak

Lucky cat…

Preparing Ahead

Christmas Eve
Waiting, wedged between my feet and the kitchen counter, she sits ready for any vegetables to go astray – it’s almost as if she senses that I’ve had a little too much wine (both mulled and straight from the bottle) not to mention the rather large glass of Tia Maria with my coffee… as expected a carrot does mysteriously catapult itself off the counter and straight into the slavering mouth below.
On to the next root vegetable. An escapee is eagerly pounced on only to be immediately spat out again. It goes back in followed by a crunch or two then three pieces fly back out. For someone who will, at the drop of a hat, snaffle anything within snapping distance of those crocodile jaws, she’s showing quite an aversion to parsnips.
She is not usually this fussy. Horse pooh, seaweed, cardboard, the odd shoe…not to mention umpteen unidentifiable objects that she pilfered from the bin before the dustmen got a look in.
Parsnips, however, are clearly one item off her ‘most wanted’ list.
Parsnip

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