Muddy Waters

by Rondo, poet and balladeer

Dear Friends, 
​As you know we have friends from all over US, Canada, Europe and  Asia.  Quite a few have special places in our furry little hearts. We won't name specific pages here but know that if we interact with you then we consider you are our friends.

To name a few of the closest - there is the island crew known as Many Claws in St Croix which consists of x number of cats indoors and out, a few dogs, a couple of crabs, a plethora of wild chickens and a Mommy Person to care for them all. Four of the many are cats: Frodo and three damsels - Octavia, Rosamund and Grizabelle.  Well, I wrote a poem about them a few weeks ago as the girls adore me, and why not!  I am an likeable fellow. 

Then in Decatur, AL there is RAINA BlueMoon and her Meowmy, SAGE P Longbottom, the Grammy's dog and the extended family.  If you aren't already aware let me tell you, RAINA is the songbird, hummingbird and butterfly who has smitten my chubby brother Etude.  He fell for her adventurous spirit hook, line and sinker.  Yes, a cliché, but oh so true.  He's so smitten he's like a fish out of water - hooked.  Well, I wrote about them a few weeks ago too so if you missed it, check out our past blogs. 

​Another group live in Muddy Waters.... that's somewhere in Pennsylvania.  I won't say too much here since today's poem is about them and it says it all but we have interacted longest with them.  AND Mousie's dearest Cheffy, aka Little Boy Cat is one of that clan and famous in his own right.... well, you'll have to read the poem.

so here it is. Enjoy!

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Muddy Waters

In Muddy Waters there is a home
Where feral cats are prone to roam
For food and shelter they come to stay
And once arrived they do not stray
For food is good and beds are warm
And safe they are, from hurt and harm.

Next door is quite another group
Not just one but quite a troop
Moms and kits and feisty boys
Lots of work but oh, such joys
As safe indoors they’re free to roam
On cat trees. They know they’re home.
Up and down the stairs or sills
They bounce and pounce and play at will.
 










​Then there’s the house where live the three
3M and Third and the tyke so wee
Roscoe George his name it is
​Who adopted was. They are his.
The one not mentioned thus so far
Is Little Boy Cat, now a star
In heaven’s realm we see at night
As down he shines his golden light.
 
And who looks after these groups all three?
Why Tammy A and Betty B
Take care of them both night and day
As they feed and sleep and run and play.
Truly blessed are all within their realm
With both dear ladies at the helm.

© Whiskers, Mouse, Sweetie, Etude & Rondo - Mischief and Mayhem Central

​Comments are always welcomed. Let's keep it fun. 

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