A Veterinarian’s Decree

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.”

26 thoughts on “A Veterinarian’s Decree

    1. lifelessons Post author

      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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    1. lifelessons Post author

      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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      1. Apple Pie & Napalm

        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 wouldn’t touch wet food when the time came. He still has never had any, he hates it. He wouldn’t 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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  1. Patti

    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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    1. lifelessons Post author

      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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