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Sunday, September 23, 2012

The Cat Who Ran Late

Sunday is one of my favorite days to blog because the place is virtually empty. I can post whatever I want, whenever I want just like I did when I first started this blog. So here's a poem for a creature so rare it's like has never been seen before.

The Cat Who Ran Late

I go to his bay
every day 
and ever
on time
am
I


But without
a care
he squats
at his 
lair,
for granted
he takes
my time.

Such excuses
he makes
for why
he is
late,
most fetid
and foul
feline.

With swish
of the tail
a tale is
told 
threadbare
no truth
it does hold.

The Cat Who Ran Late
will lick his
plate
forever and always
alone.

                                                                              O'Leary, Anne 09-23-12

I'm to have breakfast then it's off to Mass. I'll wander back in later today. Have a happy Sunday!

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  1. Nice one Anne, sounds like an ode about Fran to me!

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    1. No, this is about Pat Hatt, whose always feckin' late to my page. As he is today!! I'm gonna skin his hide!!

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  2. Beautiful poem Anne, a good Sunday.

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  3. The place is always dead. It's one of the worst parts of being someone who blogs every day. Things are sketchy as it is during the week, and then things die over the weekend. I found the poem delightful though. My cats are rarely late because if they aren't in my room, they tend to come running when they smell food.

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    1. It's been slow since Summer began as a lot of us are posting less. The weekend, forget about it. No one's coming in! The only thing to do is what you're doing-soldier on!

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  4. Great poem there and it made me laugh a little as it is so true, blooming cat, lol

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    1. Cats are audacious creatures, so self-sufficient and self-satisfied. I've three of them and I generally do as I'm told!

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  5. Cats, can't live woth them, they won't let you live without them ;-)

    I have two of the feckers, or should I say two of the feckers have me!

    Ian

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    1. I'm owned by three cats and it's me who dances to their tune. I think it's them that domesticated us and not the other way around!

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    1. I'll see you later too Brummie! Have a good one!

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  7. Nice poem! You know I love cats. Have a great sunday.
    Regards
    Bruno

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    1. I love cats too, they can be frustrating though with their self-assurance!

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  8. Here's hoping you enjoy Mass. I love this post and love you feel like you can say whatever you want on this blog on Sundays, although it's a shame you don't feel like that all year round. Great rhymes Anne, reminds me of a certain cat around the blogosphere. Thanks for the comment on the Spence disaster too, Nevin could have been one of our countries all time greats and his death is incredibly sad.

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    1. It was a terrible blow I know. When things are bad we need our sports heroes to make us proud and to give us hope. You guys need it the same way we do as it seems like there's no hope to be found.

      That horrid Cat, is going to pay!

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  9. Lovely stuff there Anne. Have a nice day.

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  10. Lovely poem Anne. Have a great Sunday :)

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    1. I will and you do the same Tamisin. Good luck with painting those freckles!

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  11. I hope there's nothing fetid or foul about your day today. That image in your poem conjured up the catbox for me. Uh huh.

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    1. No my day is just fine. I'm just trying to ruin the day for one of my friends who spends most of his time in a litterbox or licking his arse!

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  12. A beautiful verse
    I love when you're poetic
    Enjoy your Sunday.

    Sorry, the only poetry I can do is Haiku. Hey! That rhymed!

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  13. You know the cat was probably off making whoopee with that awful Viking woman - ick!

    Or, licking his smelly arse.

    Or, filling Pringle cans fill of poo.

    Or, conspiring with Dan.

    Or, chewing on some fleas.

    Or, playing in his litter box.

    Or thinking of terrible things to say about the two of us!!!

    Happy Sunday, Anne =)

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    1. Geez, no excuse is needed for the cat
      When I have old one eye up to bat

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    2. The cat is full of excuses, poo and fleas

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    3. Too treat two nice women like us so horribly takes a truly evil soul. I know he's going to Hell and I won't send him a teaspoon of water while he's down there roasting for all eternity.

      @Elsie he's just lucky it's me he's messing with and not you! Poor Dan, he knows not what he's done!

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    4. The cat has ice running through it's veins but even that won't help it when he's burning in Hell!!

      Poor, poor, Dan...right now he's enjoying our Football Sunday Truce. Tomorrow - not so much.... ha ha ha!!!

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    5. So he's oblivious to what's going on then. Hahahaha, I can't wait until tomorrow!!!

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    6. Bah when the cat goes to hell they'll send me back because they won't be able to put up with me.

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    7. No, Satan has a special room all ready for you Cat. It's soundproofed so he won't hear your screaming!!

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  14. Sunday and Saturday can be rather bare
    But as any other day the cat doesn't care
    I'll rant about this, I'll rant about that
    If it will make people hiss, I'm a happy cat
    When you look at the cat what do you see?
    Slobber, butt sniffing and the want never to let you be?
    I think you have you species mixed up a bit
    For the cat comes when he feels like it
    And you better beware and ready to play
    Then the cat will go off and sleep the rest of the day
    So to your whining the cat will bow down
    Raise his bare ass and release something brown
    Then when he isn't around to see
    You at least will always smell me

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  15. hahaha, love the tribute to cat. He deserves a gold medal for this one alone. I find it hard to keep up with my one post, he posts everyday and not even the boring "I got 7up from 7-eleven store at 7 this morning" posts, but insightful rhymes with awesome content and he posts everyday and comment and reply back on every single day.
    I dont think that he is from same planet as US people Anne, he is for sure an mutant alien from krypton or something.
    Or maybe his ratburger diet gives him that energy? I dont want to know, I dont want to know.

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    1. Oh my gosh, MaMTC - so much love for the cat....I think I just threw up a little in my mouth =P ha ha ha!!

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    2. hahaha, no Elsie, I am still with the alliance, just a little break, cat had been tolerating all the abuse from us, maybe a little massage to the wounds?

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    3. Cat, you are horrible and mean and cruel. And I know you just do this to get my goat and underneath it all is the desperate need for attention. Well you've got my attention you feckless bastard!!


      @MaMTC I give no quarter to my enemies!!!!

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    4. A couple of Hail Mary's and an Our Father should smite his ass Anne!

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    5. He doesn't know a thing about Catholic Voodoo, the poor sod. He's halfway to hell and he doesn't know it!

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    6. @MaMTC - no, no massage for his wounds. Just good ol' salt will do!!

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    7. And a wee bit of rubbing alcohol!

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    8. And the cat will survive
      And even thrive
      For the juices from the viking fat
      Make me such a super cat
      I can go on and on
      About our daily romp in the lawn

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    9. Oh God Cat, there's no way to top you!! Bloody hell there's no level to which you won't sink! Brilliant!!

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  16. Wait! There's a schedule? I didn't know there was a schedule!

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    1. There's only a schedule for this one poor, idiot of a Cat! And he's always late!!

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    2. Oh, okay... >phew!<
      I thought I was late without knowing it.

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    3. It's a running gag that's been going on for months now. You should see the horrid things he's done to me at his blog!

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  17. hope mass is great
    a cat with a rhyming ass thats late
    dont hate, he dont discriminate
    but he does berate and he shows up with comment love eventually to sate
    our desire to see him
    but then again he posts kitty porn
    to go with his seussical yarn

    smiles.

    happy sunday anne

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    1. He posted thongs and that toe today. He should be shot!!

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    2. Those toes were gross!! The teeth weren't much better.

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    3. At least he spared us the Viking Woman this time!

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    4. hahaha Brian likes the sights
      So he'll never try and put out my lights

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    5. Brian's a good man Cat and you disgust him just like you disgust everyone else! He's just far too kind to tell you!

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  18. I bet you remember the bunny who was always late in "alice in wonderland"?

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  19. My girlfriend's cat, "Stinky" is fat, huge and lazy. People always mistake it for a small dog actually. Either way, this poem reminded me of him so much I started laughing.

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    1. I had a cat that big once and his name was Piggy. He was a great cat and lived to be 15 years old. I miss him still.

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  20. Sadly Sunday is nearly over and here I am late to the page; my abject apologies !

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    1. Noooo, this wasn't directed at you Michael!!! I've a fellow blogger and this is a running gag. It was time for a little "payback" if you will.

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  21. That's no the only thing a cat licks. Slurp, slurp. XOXOXO

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    1. Bama, you're being a bad boy again!! xoxo.

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  22. Nice little ditty to a flabby Tabby kitty. Hope all was well with you today.

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    1. I've had a grand time of it today Jay. I hope you do a write up on your grandsons visit and game this weekend.

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  23. Well that was quite poppy and fun. Nice! And I love myself some Sundays too. They're so empty on here, it's amazing.

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  24. It has that feel of a school empty of teachers when the students can run amok. It's so quiet you can almost hear the echo of voices against empty walls.

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  25. I love how you and Pat bicker back and forth....very nice post, Anne ~

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