Today I'm joining Sammy
Mom was inspired by these photos Sammy I apologize in advance a poet she is not
When the (blog) door is closed on all fours I goes
I search high and low for friend or foe.
In the deep dark corners of the closet I see dust!
On the floor I see mom and think woman must there you be?
I sashay about, over her arm so hairy I step
I'm blinded by the light of the flashy beast
I'm blinded by the light of the flashy beast
Alas I fear to find an escape near is not here.
I settle down with mom hairy arm and all
I hear you all laughing and I don't blame you.
All the dust has clouded mom's better judgement
GOOD News about Wednesday. Workers were only here 1/2 a day...
We 3 seniors were thrilled to have no strangers in the house. The peeps spent the free
time taking pictures off the walls...
I SLEPT
Today we will have painters here probably all day.
GOOD News about Wednesday. Workers were only here 1/2 a day...
We 3 seniors were thrilled to have no strangers in the house. The peeps spent the free
time taking pictures off the walls...
I SLEPT
Today we will have painters here probably all day.
If you are having painters, that must mean the work is almost done! Am I right?
ReplyDeleteAt least you have painters - da mommas did da painting demselves here and dey took furever!
ReplyDeletefabulous idea to sleep when the worker guys are gone :o) I love your poem and the picture with your paws and your mamas arm is a great one for wyatts hurdle and balance event :o)
ReplyDeleteYou must be tried not getting all your naps because of the construction. We couldn't sleep with strangers in our house.
ReplyDeleteCatching up on cat naps....that would be the two of us seniors here...The pictures on the wall can wait for another time, right, Madi?
ReplyDeleteLove the header.
OK so now i have seen mom on the floor taking photos i am thinking i have never done that.. hummmmm... love the PAW shots and so happy you had a break in your Stranger In the house tale. oh no.. hope the painters paint quickly.... sleep is good
ReplyDeleteThose pictures are hysterical.. The Mom laughed out loud. Hope you all get another break soon.
ReplyDeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteNearly there Madi and Mom... nearly there daddy B... !!! Hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx
Bow wow, you have a way with words with Madi...who are you, William Shakespeare? BOL! Naps are the best!
ReplyDeleteWE read Sammy's Poem about DINING...
ReplyDeleteWe think YOU made an excellent Poem, too.
Having a Half Day off, from the horrid invaders with their banging and clanging, must have been DELIGHTFUL... We hope that the PAINT FAST and get outta your CASTLE Quickly.
Oh No! Strangers in the house making the place smell strange!
ReplyDeleteWe hope the air conditioning can ventilate the fumes, Madi!
Hugs and nose taps,
Molly and Kathy
That was pretty good Madi. Hopefully they will be done soon. I dont like strangers in my house either Madi.
ReplyDeleteWags
Oreo
Pictures of the WALLS and not of YOU? That's sooo wrong!!! Love the poem!!
ReplyDeleteHugs,
your guy Raz and The Florida Furkids
Your mom's hairy arms . . . hee hee . . . you all sniffing paint?? Next post might be kinda wild!
ReplyDeleteYour Pals,
Murphy & Stanley
You are lucky you didn't trip when she blinded you! Your little feets are so cute. Do you let mom massage your toes? We do. It feels good
ReplyDeleteLily & Edward
BOL at the doods comment!!! You all will be glad when it is all done!
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Mr Bailey, Hazel & mabel
madi....we think ewe haza way with yur werdz......we loves thiz post ☺☺
ReplyDeletehigh paws timez 984 !!! foto three total lee rocks; mom could never cap sure
that again prob ablee if her livez two see 937 !!
we iz out til monday; sew heerz two a blueline tilefish kinda week oh end ♥♥♥
Well I think that was pretty darn good pretty Madi!
ReplyDeleteOh. We were REALLY moved by your poetry, Madi! You should embrace your inner poet more often!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you had some quiet!
Y/s,
Margaret Thatcher
Great poetry, Madi!!! And if the painters are coming, it must be almost over - bet you can't wait to get back to your regular sunpuddles:)
ReplyDeleteWoos - Ciara and Lightning
Painters (mom) at our house means paint on our fur. Not a good thing. Lovely poem Madi. stella rose
ReplyDeleteMore STRANGERS! Sheesh
ReplyDeleteOur mom knows all about dust. Is it every truly gone?! Love the poem, Madi!
ReplyDeleteOh, I thinks you and your Moms had a FUN time in the dusty closet! though, it probably is NOTHIN' like the dust bunnies livin' in our closets!! those dudes are the size of elephants! BOL!!! Nows, you can still come here...remembers, just go into your transport tunnel and make a left, right, and two lefts, and you'll be here in a flash! Oh, BTW still 75, sunny, and a cool seabreeze! Getting the guest kennel ready....☺
ReplyDeleteKisses,
Ruby ♥
We think your mom's prose is just perfect. Sounds like you will have more days of sequester coming soon.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem Madi. At least painting is quiet :)
ReplyDeleteWe love these photos...and your poem, Madi. They're so spontaneous.
ReplyDeletePainters they transform everything well good ones do.
ReplyDeleteMerle...........
What a wonderful poem, Madi!!! We are glad you got a bit of rest before the painters take over your home!!
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Dory, Jakey, Bilbo and Arty
Madi! You're a poet and now we all know it! Well done girlfriend - WELL DONE.....and even with your Mom's hairy arm in the accompanying photos for the poem, it's an outstanding contribution to my Poetic Thursdays! Glad you got a break from the workpeeps too - you need a REST!
ReplyDeleteLove, Sammy
Taking all the pictures off the walls is a big job !
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