GRRRRR…..
Behold, the Great Black and White hunter, eyeing her fearsome prey (…er…string) with a ferocious set of fangs that can tear any marauding enemy limb from limb (with the exception of tree-dwellers) at the slightest slight to her queenliness, in the misty mist or the dusky dusk, she fears not claws nor tusky tusk, she stalks her target with fearsome eyes…
and with cowardly creatures she does surmise that they will fall as she will RISE!
But the effort is great, and for dinner she’s late
and the tummy comes first
along with thirst
so she spares her foes and no one dies
and finally, on her bed she lies.
Whew, no more of that any time soon…and I’m not lion…
You have the moves of a fierce huntress of the… treat!
Treat trekker, that’s me! Or is it tracker?
That string didn’t stand a chance, Loulou, until nap time called.
Oh, it was terrified all right, but I had to snooze instead…hey, it happens sometimes.
HAHAHAHAHA…..I assume YOU were the winner in the string vs. cat contest? It must be exhausting though because you look like you are enjoying a post-stringwrestling nap. Well done!!!!
Hugs, Teddy
Hey, I am a bit strung out, but this, too, shall pass.
…Then mama comes to tickle your tum, be careful not to bite her thumb. Love your poem, Loulou.
We love YOURS!
teehee – I played with my toys last night (chasing the ones that squeak) – but FOOD always comes first!!!! I’m with YOU Loulou!!!
Yes, thank heaven we don’t have to go on safari to eat.
You did have a few fierce moments there Loulou!
Well, that mood passed pretty quickly.
Exhausted after the hunt !
Oh, it is so tiring…and that string doesn’t taste too good.
You are so poetic. 🙂
Well, hunting takes a bit of energy.
Loulou, we know you are fearless and fearsome, but a kitty needs a nap!