Kitty poem

12 Days of Christmas - A Cat's Rendition

On the twelfth day of Christmas my human gave to me:
Twelve bags of catnip!
Eleven tarter Pounce treats,
Ten ornaments hanging,
Nine wads of Kleenex,
Eight peacock feathers,
Seven stolen Q-tips,
Six feathered balls,
Five MILK JUG RINGS!
Four munchy house plants,
Three running faucets,
Two fuzzy mousies,
And a hamste-e-er in a plastic ball!!

Brings back memories for me. Its windy in my state. Hurricane force winds. Gusts up to 100 mph. Yowie. Don't open your coat, you'll be sailed off to Nebraska! Of course *ahem* that's not a blizzard. You gotta have SNOW for that, and so far --the blizzard conditions affect all living creatures shorter than a foot off the ground. That's how high up the 'white out' conditions are with the miniscule bit we've been getting. I should declare equal opportunity things and find poems for dogs and other critters... Pass the Ritz Bits! It's beginning to look like Christmas.