Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Friday, June 13, 2008

Whistle, here.

I'm back!


I've been on double-secret probation, code orange since my last post!


I am a reformed cat! No more scratching upholstery! No more banging against plantation shutters! No more whatever-it-was-I-wasn't supposed to do....


What you been up to? Catch any gekkos lately?


Whistle

Saturday, March 15, 2008

A Poem by Whistle




A temper do I have me now,
Upon my furred and whiskered brow,

No one wilt play with me this day
I'd soon they banish all away,

No bathtub bashing,chase or bite,
For this poor puss...wailing plight.

by Whistle because Prof. Whiskers made us write poetry which is stupid because cat poetry involves the whole cat's movement and subtle meowing, not words in "meter". I am being prepared for a cat world that does not exist! I do not care for Cat Academy!

Sunday, August 26, 2007

How We Got Our Names

I've been thinking lately about the people I meet
The carwash on the corner and the hole in the street
The way my ankles hurt with shoes on my feet
And I'm wondering if I'm gonna see tomorrow.

Father forgive us for what we must do
You forgive us we'll forgive you
We'll forgive each other till we both turn blue
Then we'll whistle and go fishing in heaven.

I was in the army but I never dug a trench
I used to bust my knuckles on a monkey wrench
Then I'd go to town and drink and give the girls a pinch
But I don't think they ever even noticed me.

Fish and whistle, whistle and fish
Eat everything that they put on your dish
And when we get through we'll make a big wish
That we never have to do this again again

On my very first job I said thank you and please
They made me scrub a parking lot down on my knees
Then I got fired for being scared of bees
And they only give me fifty cents an hour.

Written by the John Prine, a fabulous human being.

Monday, January 15, 2007

When to Write a Thank You Note

Write a thank you note when you get your own litter box and a big bag of cat cookies for yourself.

So far, my engraved Crane's is still in the box.

Waiting,

Whistle