Sadie

By Rondo, Poet and Balladeer

Hello friends... A couple of Fridays ago we featured Sadie on our Facebook page.  She is a friend who doesn't have a page of her own so we felt it would be nice to share her with all of our friends.  She's a lovely little lady.

​One morning Grammy was chatting to me about her.... you know how Grammy's are! blah! blah! ....sweet, adorable... blah  *eyes roll* … blah! blah! well behaved blah! blah! undemanding  blah!   Well, I tuned out as you can imagine... until she finally got to the good stuff. Then I was all ears.

​Imagine... a one cat household and still she has to be a little conniver and work at getting her own way  Who'd have thought?   A lady after my own heart.  

AND she and Grammy are best buddies! No, scratch that!  She and Grammy are ______  ... well read on and you fill in the blank.

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Sadie
 
A little kitty of calico persuasion
Makes the most of ev’ry occasion
From morn to night she loves to nap
On bed, on chair, on mommy’s lap.
 
Sadie’s her name and she is sweet
Her favourite game - to snaffle a treat.
Though mommy is careful to watch her weight
Sweet Sadie is quick her mummy to bait.
 
She sits on the floor head facing her bowl
Hoping Mum will succumb, doesn’t she know?
More kibble is wanted before her next nap
Or she’ll waste away to the size of a gnat.
 
Mummy sees the sad little lady
Thinks, puss is deprived, my poor wee Sadie.
Have some kibble to fill empty tummy
Don’t cry, eat this I think it’s quite yummy.
 
Worked again, works every time
To snaffle treats, it’s so sublime.
Mum’s a softy, when I bat my eyes
And twitch my tail I get the prize.

But there is another side to the wee lady...  
 
Spa Day, No Way
 
Sadie dislikes when Grammy makes visits;
Knows the old girl will clip her digits
Oh woe!  She’ll trim the wee claws, the nasty one
Then bribe precious princess when she is done.
 
But Sadie, the wise one won’t fall for this trick
To try to bribe, Now that is so sick
By such an attempt as using a biscuit
‘Tis criminal, to bamboozle this kittlet.
 
Nevermore will she be forgiven
For snippin’  her nails; it is forbidden
To trim them off. It is the last straw       
Her pins are needed to climb and to claw.
 
But treat o’er there it looks so yummy
Be even better when in my tummy
Just this once I think I shall gnosh
But still won’t forgive the nail-trim boss.
 
© Whiskers, Mouse, Sweetie, Etude & Rondo - Mischief and Mayhem Central

​Well friends, that's another one.  You know I love to hear your comments.  Please leave your thoughts here and/or on Facebook and we will respond...but let's keep it light and fun.​

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