The Dingleberry Hop

BUFFY’S MY GIRL

Eyes Of Cleopatra …  

Silky Sheen On Striped Tabby Coat

Mittens White As Snow.

… Bastet Reincarnate … My Giza Kitty.

 

YEARS AGO

Buffy Came Home … 

When My Home Wasn’t Here

A Barn Kitten Rescue Just A Few Weeks Old

… Before God Rescued Me.

 

SMART & CUTE

Her Majestic Poise … 

Cunning Instinct

Playful Predator On The Prowl.

… My Feline Fräulein.

 

KITTEN WHISPERER

I Taught Her …

She Trained Me?

A Couple Things.

… I’d No Idea Cats Were So Damn Smart And Manipulative.

 

SHE’S ABOUT A HANDFUL

When She Gets Moving … 

All Diva When Buffy Saunters Into A Room,

It’s About Her.

… But, You’re Welcome To Stay And Play Awhile.

 

IN THE WAY BACK

Early Kitten Daze …

Buffy’d Decided I’d Could Teach Her Two Super Powers:

To Kiss – Mwah – Baci.

And, Bite – Ouch – Right.

 

AT A COUPLE MONTHS INTO THIS WORLD

I Coddled Her Pink Nose Close To My Face … Because Cats Love That.

We Played A Bit – And When She Bit, She Bit – I Said,

“Bad Girl Bite.”

Buffy Understood … This Was Her Game.

 

AND THEN THE GOOD

The After Bite … 

Came The Licking, Whenever I Said,

“Good Girl Kiss.”

She’d Lick My Nose And Face..

 

TO THE POINT WHERE

I Could Hold Buffy Any Which Way … 

And, Do As She’d Trained Me:

Bad Girl Bite … Ouch … 

Good Girl Kiss … And, Lick.  Purr.  Lick … Tuna-Scented Kisses.

 

BUFFY’S ALL GROWN UP NOW

I See Her When I See Her … Not Soon Enough … 

She’s All Cat.  Big Girl.  Ruling The Yard.

No Mistaking What She’s About When She’s About.

… I Miss Her Purr-fect Kiss-Bites Without Doubt.

 

AS RENOVATIONS ON MY OLD HOUSE

That’s No Longer My Home … Were Nearly Complete … 

I Was Painting New Trim When Buffy Decided She Like To Help Out.

“Sitting Next To Me Swatting My Paint Brush With Every Stroke.”

… She Leapt Through The Tray of Paint Hopping Across The Floor.

 

BUFFY’S MOST CURIOUS FEAT?

Not Including The Field Mouse She Once Caught … And, Never Lets You Forget.

Is Her Odd Affinity For Water.

Once My Shower Was Finished

… She’d Crawl In And Just Hang Out To Play With The Faucet Drip.

 

AND, THIS … ONE FINE DAY

Stepping Out Of The Shower, I’d Wrapped Myself … Kilted Up The Shrine …  

Careful Not To Trip Over A Bundle Of Fur Stirring About.

Buffy Was There – Greeting Me – Doing Her Buffy Cat Things

… Circling, Circling And Coiling Around My Calves.

 

LIKE SHE WAS GUILTY OF SOMETHING

And, When She Found What She Was Looking For …   

The Hunt Was On.

A Little Pay Back, Play Back … Oh, I Assure You …  It Wasn’t A Mouse In The House.

… She Leapt Mightily Up And Under My Towel.

 

STRAIGHT UP … IN THERE

Furry White Mittens … Clap … Clap … Clapping.

Clamping.  Down.  Got’cha!

“Papa’s Got Toys He’s Been Hiding.”

Oh, The Dingleberry Hop.

 

Photo by Francesco Ungaro from Pexels

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