Bentley, Bearcat and Patti. bouncers extraordinnaire
A Veterinarian’s Decree
Gram for gram, ounce for ounce,
a kitten has the greatest bounce.
Every ruffle, every flounce
is an excuse to leap and pounce.
That’s why I’m driven to denounce
their misbehavior and announce,
no longer will I handle kittens
unless garbed in protective mittens!
For dVerse Poets, the quadrille prompt word is “bounce.”
They are gorgeous kittens. π
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They were my kittens for 14 years when I lived in California before coming to Mexico. Bearcat was the only one still alive when I came to Mexico and he came with me.
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Oh, man. Now I need a kitten. Like, right now.
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Their mother moved in with me just before they were born, then left again before they were one. She picked the right foster mother. No way could I get rid of any of them. They were the loveliest kittens. Then it happened to me again in June… and I again have a plethora of kittens. This time, four. Irresistible.
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Kitties are adorable, and so is your little poem! π»
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A new memeber of our writing group just read a piece that would be perfect for your blog. I’m going to try to get her to send it to you..
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Thank you so much, Judy! π»
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Aww — I was going to ask if these are yours now too — but then I read the comments. You really are a cat lady!
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Alas, yes.
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Would you believe me if I told you I have a gray hellion..I mean cat.. named BearCat?
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Of course. I would believe almost anything you told me, based on past performance. When they were born, my sister and bro in law came out to go to the concorse de elegance in Carmel. We went with them and so I named two of the kittens after cars and the third after my sister.
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My BearCat came to me at 3 weeks old. Long story short, we had to syringe feed him and he loved it so much that he wouldnβt touch wet food when the time came. He still has never had any, he hates it. He wouldnβt touch dry food either, so we had to send him to boot camp to be taught to be a big boy and eat dry food. His granny walked in the first night he was away and said she missed our little Pooh Bear. That night, we named him BearCat.
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Ah Sweet.
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I remember coming in to your house and seeing the new kittens. We were enchanted by them. We still think of Bearcatt and how special he was.
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That’s a fun poem with great rhythm π
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Thanks, Weishstream.
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great kittens, great poem. such bringers of joy, these bouncy beings!
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No argument here, Steph.
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This is cute, cute, cute!!! I LOVE cats. But they definitely have their own ideas about how to play. If you take them on as playmates, you have to enjoy claws at least a little bit. π
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Yes. And I’m discovering how sharp they can get when a cat decides to be a house cat.
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Rhyming and funny!
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Oh yes I do remember the scratches… that’s part of playing with kittens… Love the rhyming
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For years I’ve been planning to get metal mesh mittens to protect myself from my own cutlery. Suddenly, I can see an entirely NEW use for them!
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They do take over, don’t theyπ. A nice one.
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When our cat as young it would jump at my toes. I made sure I always had socks on around her.
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My kittens would try to climb my legs. Ouch. Or launch themselves at my chairback and when they started to slide, grab onto my neck and shoulders. They had no sense of me as anything but furniture that fed them.
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