Hey, I was born on a…whatever…but NOT a Wednesday! And it’s just a poem anyway.
Monday’s child is fair of face,Tuesday’s child is full of grace.Wednesday’s child is full of woe,Thursday’s child has far to go.Friday’s child is loving and giving,Saturday’s child works hard for a living.And the child born on the Sabbath dayIs bonny and blithe, good and gay.[1]
Well, that poem about being born on days of the week is a nice poem in itself but I was not born on a Wednesay, I’m pretty sure, because my life here with these amazing caregivers is definitely NOT full of WOE.
It is, instead, full of wonder!
Merci, kitty-whisperers, I shall take a snooze to celebrate your presence in this uncertain world.
I think my day was Thursaday. I have far to go in this snooze…
But of course, for a French cat, it would have been jeudi!
Our huMom was born on a Friday. But she doesn’t really pay much attention to that.
Well, that’s not a bad day to be born on. Let’s just say that Friday’s child is full of fun.
Look at you, Loulou, tummy up and in happyland!
Oh, yes, Happyland is a great description for where I am on my VACATION from THEM….that bad mama and papa who ABANDONED me for parts unknown…they’ll get a raspberry from me when they return.
I’m glad you got no woe Loulou!
I got no woe, is right.