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Birthday Debacle for Stream of Consciousness

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Birthday Debacle

The rumors are untrue. He is a scurrilous liar.
I did not eat the birthday cake. I did not start the fire.

My serenity is not a ruse. I’m innocent of error.
I swear I had no hand in your recent birthday terror.

The dog has done his utmost to brand me as the thief,
but the fool is barely lucid. Could you not see his relief

when you started to upbraid me as he chased me, headed south,
crumbs falling from his chest hair, frosting around his mouth?

Oh that I knew your language and I could tell you that,
but instead, for ever after, you’ll be blaming “that damn cat!!”

The Stream of Consciousness prompt is “Crumb.” Yes, guilty. I had AI make the photos.

Birthday Heist

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Birthday Heist

The rumors are untrue. He is a scurrilous liar.
I did not steal the birthday cake. I did not start the fire.

My serenity is not a ruse. I’m innocent of error.
I swear I had no hand in your recent birthday terror.

The dog has done his utmost to brand me as the thief,
but the fool is barely lucid. Could you not see his relief

when you started to upbraid me as he chased me, headed south,
crumbs falling from his chest hair, frosting around his mouth?

Oh that I knew your language and I could tell you that,
but instead, for ever after, you’ll be blaming “that damn cat!!”

Evidence of an earlier crime: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvtfDaBi8XE

Prompt words today are liars, lucid, scurrilous, utmost and serenity.

Annie’s World (At the Beach)

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Annie Goes on a Beach Vacation

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This post is for forgottenman, who asked for it!

While my human enjoys company, I hide out here instead. For the two days they visit, I remain under the bed.
I wait here for my mistress, gazing at the wall, But when I go to look for her, she isn’t here at all.
She’s gadding with some other friends, forgetting little me. I gaze through this funny window, but there’s nothing there to see.
The minute she gets home again, I let her know my wishes. We three need attention––I and my two dishes.
She fills them up and they fill me. She’s off again and doing, and so I go in search of her to do a little mewing.
She has her little window balanced on her knees. I try to move in closer to see whatever she sees.
Hours later, she stirs herself  and I wonder what for. I do not wander after her, but stop at the back door.
They get a little rowdy while emptying their glasses, filling them again each time Senor Tequila passes.
They’ve made a little beach bar of a long plank and some logs, and on the other side of it, they fraternize with dogs!!!!!
I do not beg to join them, for I have other plans. I’ll wait here in the kitchen, guarding all the cans
When she comes in again, I’m glad she finally settles down, so I jump up to dig my claws into her dressing gown.
She carefully unsnags herself, but must forgive my sin, for she scratches me behind my ears and underneath my chin. The End. (For now.)

 

Daily Menu

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Daily Menu

Lately it’s incredible
how many products edible
I’m buying daily at the store.
There’s constantly a need for more.
One type for kittens two months old,
getting more hungry and more bold.

In the morning, when I enter in,
they climb my robe or climb my skin
thinking that perhaps they may
consume kitten tuna souffle
a second before all their peers
consume it. All four little dears,
meows now turning into roar
as though only four hours before
they had not had a late night meal
of special kitten rice and veal.

Then the old cat limps out to see
the special treat that’s brought by me.
Mixed with fish oil, sardine pate—
a king’s ransom three times a day.
She deigns to feed upon this fare,
eschewing edibles less rare.
The small dog with a skin condition
consumes his own special edition
dog food for his special state
I portion out upon his plate.

Just one more left—the old dog claws
the window with his muddy paws,
demanding edibles from me
both by his barks and what I see.
I provide a different dog food for
this anxious dog who mars my door.
The menu, as you see, is varied.
As cook and waitress, I am harried.
But breakfast done, I take a rest
to do the thing that I like best. 
The minute they are finished chewing,
I present their menu for your viewing!

Seven animals with 4 different diet demands make feeding time a big job–especially with the cat and kittens who need to be fed numerous times a day.  I’m off now to apply for a bank loan so I can go to the store with a wheelbarrow for today’s provisions. When days are full, hyperbole helps.

 

The prompt word today was edible.