Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens;
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens;
Brown paper packages tied up with strings;
These are a few of my favorite things.
Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels;
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles;
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings;
These are a few of my favorite things.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes;
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes;
Silver-white winters that melt into springs;
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.
Oscar Hammerstein II and Richard Rodgers
Cat's whiskers twitched today as I cooked up a big pot of chicken 'stew' for her. There are days when she raises her paw and sends her food dish across the floor, apparently in dissatisfaction with the home-cooked cuisine. Vitamins enhance the healthful ground chicken but sometimes junk food tastes so much better and a pouch of Whiskas brings cries of excitement. Those are days when it just doesn't pay to be a good mother. ;-)
oh my what a spoiled putty tat. Sounds like my moms old marn, Rascal. He has taken to wanting fresh (not processed) dog food. They will take over the world.
ReplyDeleteI have to agree that Cat is spoiled
ReplyDeleteCat spoiled? Nooooo. She is Bastet incarnate. She is venerated, as is her due; not spoiled. ;-)
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