My nanna
Webster’s II: ode 2. A lyrical poem often in praise of an object, person, or quality and usually marked by exalted style (2001)
The joy of my kitty, who thinks she’s so pretty,
Fills my heart with big laughter and smiles.
When she is purring, she knows she’s deserving,
Of carasses, loves, treats, ~ no denials!
Overeating, her specialty, she’s addicted to food,
But milk, alas, no, the result is way rude (ugh).
Princess Pinhead
Her belly, ahhhh, soft, white, and so furry,
Rolls abound plenty, mid-aged sag, don’t worry.
They’ve said pets resemble, an owner or two,
Mmmm, I fear to admit, jiggle and rolls prove ’tis true.
OCD she is that, takes after her dad,
With loud demands makes her wants known.
Her cat box must be perfect, her water quite fresh,
Her coat coiffed so neatly, I don’t know who is owned!
Verbal is she, talks a mile a minute;
And dare you talk back, c’mon, just get on with it.
Pound kitty was she, but a family she has now,
Nanna, banana, my black and white cow!
(Don’t tell her I said that, she’s sensitive about her weight!)
Help for Mommy
Sad but true. Annabanana, Nanna, Banana, Annabelle must live with a new mom and dad when we leave for France. She cannot speak French, and has not passed college entrance exams for taking French courses. So behind she stays, and I know I will miss her warmth, extra fur (found everywhere) and our devotion time where she tries to hog my lap instead of my Bible.
Alas, she will live with her grandma and grandpa. They will be trained very quick, just to her liking. After all, she is a brilliant, verbal, demanding cat!
"I just tell her the words, and she types," says Annabelle.
