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If you are following my development of a totally unique new concept in cat food based on the cat’s own preferences, you’ve already seen the rationale HERE and HERE. A suggestion by Forgottenman in the comments of that post has led to my improvement of his suggestion. Namely, a feeding dish on the back of a windup mouse that will cater to a cat’s natural proclivity to pursue his quarry. This system ties into a cat’s wild nature, turning a feline turned domestic once again into a hunter/huntress. Watch your cat’s appetite turn from finicky to ravenous as it gives way to the spell of wild game gained in a wild pursuit. (Flavors available in mouse, rat, squirrel, garter snake and cockroach. Further motivational dispersal systems will soon be available compatible with all of the flavors.)
Disclaimer: Fancy Feast does not indeed make a “Mouse” flavored cat food. I have altered and used their can design only as a means to illustrate my earlier poem. This is a joke, folks!!!!
–a difficult or awkward situation from which it is hard to
extricate oneself; a predicament.“how on earth did you get
into such a fix?” predicament, plight, difficult a, difficult situation, awkward
situation, spot of trouble, bit of bother, corner,
ticklish/tricky situation, tight spot
–a dose of a narcotic drug to which one is addicted.
“he hadn’t had his fix.”
Although you assure me you are strictly on the level, your very need to do so makes me think you are the devil. I find your ethics tenuous, they’re there and then they vanish. Your motives start out lily white but end up rather tannish. You’re fine at razzle-dazzle. You expertly shoot the breeze. You flatter and finagle, you smile and flirt and tease, but have you really done the job or were you merely acting? Is your expertise for real or merely reenacting what you saw in movies or surveyed on the TV? Has fiction finally managed to replace reality?
Did you get your medical knowhow from college texts you’ve read, or learn your bedside manner viewing Chicago Med? Do you really know the way to set a joist or beam? Can you really hem a skirt or sew an even seam? Do you know how to fix my brakes, change oil and do a lube or did you merely look it up last night on You Tube? TV is our Bible and whatever we may view
becomes the thing it is okay to become or do.
We put our idols in office, be they hero, fool or rogue.
What is most entertaining becomes what is in vogue.
Why has the world fallen into this state of dereliction? Simply because we cannot—distinguish fact from fiction!!!
The NaPoWriMo prompt today was to write a poem based on a slang word or phrase or acronym specific to a certain job. Hmmm. That’s a corker!!! Mine seems to work on so many different levels lately, but particularly when it comes to politics.
Her ebullient nature sometimes seemed a little cloying. Others less endowed with cheer could find it most annoying. It seemed that her ambition was to slipcover the earth with a shell of levity—a monologue of mirth. That others didn’t seem to have her appetite for humor based on romance serials and hearsay and on rumor didn’t seem to faze her. Her allusions’ rarity coupled with her seeming lack of storytelling clarity fazed her not a bit. Though no one else seemed to be buying it, she kept on unrelentingly with her “pie in the sky” ing it.
But, there is hope. Click on the below arrow to learn more:
Prompt words today are ebullient, ambition, clarity and appetite. Here are the links:
The assignment was to write a 6-line alphabet poem that started each line with a letter of the alphabet in a 6-letter sequence. I.E. abcdef, qrstuv, etc. Being a creature of excess, I used the entire alphabet, forwards and backwards, ending with a final Z to boot, since the title began with an “A.” Please note that this is the cynical rant of a misanthrope—not necessarily my own view. And this is the only photo I could find in my album that smacked of high society. Actually, it’s a photo of me and my date for the junior prom.
A Misanthropic Anti-creed
After all is said and done, Society is not much fun. Cliques are just a machination Dumbing down imagination. Each misanthrope must find his own Final method to disown Galas thrown to feed the poor Hawking excesses they abhor. Ladies in jewels you could die of, Jostling to catch the eye of Kings of minor countries or Lords who are the things of lore. Meanwhile, gents in tux and tie Nod to try to catch the eye Of that next lady in Dior Possessed of means to feed the poor. Quickened now, they move to kill, Ready to restore their till. Society’s main charity Trying for a parity Under the understanding that Verisimilitude is boring. What’s important is just scoring Xcess being all the norm Yielding to those who most conform. Zero, then, goes to the poor. You must admit, they are a bore. Xtravagence is what they come for. Widows they won’t waste a crumb for. Very likely that the starving Urgently needing this feast’s carving Taste not one small bite of it, Still hungry now in spite of it. Rich charity spends what’s allowed on Quality that draws the crowd on. Pheasant under glass costs more. Only beans left for the poor. Not a charitable hope Mars ponderings of our misanthrope. Let not one charitable thought Knit his brow.With doubts it’s fraught. Jarring thoughts are all he thinks In between ironic winks. Hear well the stories he might tell— Gory threats of burning hell For that well-heeled society Eating up the profits of Doubtful fund raisers of love. “Charitize” to feed the poor, But really serve their own needs more. Ask the misanthrope at the door. Zero is left to feed the poor!!!!
I fear this world of prompts has gotten slightly out of hand and so their choice of prompt words is likely to be panned. Antediluvian? Come on!!! Who uses that strange word? It best describes itself. In modern usage, it’s absurd. Please give us words that help us, not vocabulary puzzles. We need words that lead like leashes and not creative muzzles!!!!
Do not try to impress us with obscure nomenclature.
I don’t care about their backgrounds. I don’t care about their nature.
Give me conglomerations of letters that I know,
and not these fancy words that seem simply meant for show!!!!
In short, I’m pissed because I do not like “antediluvian”
which only seems to rhyme with hard to use words like Peruvian!!
This prompt sort of threw me for a loop, so instead of just giving up and going on to a different prompt, I decided to write a gentle protest, meant in fun.. The Ragtag prompt today is antediluvian.
Rebelliousness is not my choice. I do not like to raise my voice. At meetings, if I choose to go, I like to frequent the back row. I don’t sit in. I do not picket. Resistance is a sticky wicket. Not for me the protest march. I’m missing nerve. I lack the starch. So if I choose to be a hellion, I’ll find a way that’s not rebellion.
The prompt: write a poem that involves rebellion in some way. (This is tongue in cheek. I actually did march in this demonstration.)