Wintry Wondrous Land - Another Holiday Poem by Neyland D. Catt

A festive Saturday to you all!  Neyland D. Catt here to hand you all a piping hot cup of cheer.  I wouldn't drive or operate any heavy machinery after having that cup.*  Just a helpful hint.  Anyhoo... we're all in a rather chipper and christmassy kind of mood here.  I've had the opportunity to keep posting for a bit now and Big Pinkie is gleefully counting down the days.  Oh no.  Not for Christmas.  For Monday.  He will probably be getting his stint out and he's worse than a kid on Christmas Eve.**  So, that brings us to this post.  It's another holiday poem by yours truly!  Sit back have a candy cane on me...



              Wintry Wondrous Land
                               by
                    Neyland D. Catt

Twas a bright and chill December day
and all the cats were hard at their play.
Fat Tiger bounding through the snow
quite fast at first, then quite slow.
Anime laughs and shouts with glee
for snow is blanketing all we can see.
Gracie is snuggled down warm in her bed
a bright Santa Hat perched on her head.
Shifty Luna is watching from the window on high
I keep a close watch from the corner of my eye.
I grin a grin most cats wouldn't understand
this is most truly a Wintry Wondrous Land.

Big Pinkie is tangled in Christmassy wrapping
he tries, he fails, to wrap before scrapping.
At last he cries out, a joyous victory
as he lifts up his gift, wrapped shoddily.
The Lady just smiles a soft smile, unbidden
for only she knows where her gifts have been hidden.
Outside tiny field mice flee, full of fear
as Anime chases, Tiger brings up the rear.
They chase over hills covered over with snow
and there in the drifts, the mice have nowhere to go.
I smile to myself as the mice make their last stand
this is most truly a Wintry Wondrous Land.

Now night time is drifting to cover our house
fat Tiger is napping, tummy full of field mouse.
Gracie awakes, she's missed all the fun
Only in her dreams did she chase and run.
Luna curls up high atop the dinner table
She'd have chased mice if she had been able.
Pinkie and The Lady drink warm cups of cheer
Fondly enjoying this rare time of year.
I settle in to write on my blog
Occasionally distracted by the burning yule log.
This chill, snowy day has gone exactly as planned
this is most truly a Wintry Wondrous Land.

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Thanks for reading!  Come back tomorrow for Neyland D. Catt's Holiday Gift Guide!

---Neylo


*Well, really.  What did you think was in a cup of cheer, after all?  Cocoa?

**It's true.  If Santa delivered stint removals, I'd be gazing hopefully at the night sky - hoping to see his eight tiny reindeer and the fat jolly old elf in scrubs!

Introducing Luna the Looney... plus I'm on facebook now!

Yes. You read that title correctly. I have joined the vast horde of lemmings streaming gleefully to the edge of the cliff. I have joined facebook. We haven't posted anything in a while now because, frankly, it takes a while for cats to learn how to use facebook. It doesn't seem to be designed with feline physiology or thought processes in mind. Go figure. More evidence of the anti-cat bias. Another reason we have been absent from the interwebs is that we have had to acclimate to Luna's arrival. We now tolerate her presence, but only on an interim basis. I have explained to her that she must conform to our established system or she may be traded for several cans of moist cat food and a kitten to be named later.

So. Luna. She came into the household as a scrawny, half-starved cat who was more than a little jumpy. Now she has calmed down a bit and claimed most of Anime's old haunts. Needless to say, this has not pleased Anime. At all. She refuses to be in the same room with Luna for more than a few seconds at a time. Gracie is oblivious to her presence, as we basically keep Gracie contained in the bedroom anyway. Tiger has warmed to her somewhat. That's his role. The peacemaker. Everybody's pal. The fat kid who wants everyone to be his friend.*

Luna hanging out on Anime's blanket.  Sucks to be Anime.

Luna seems to be particularly smitten with Big Pinkie. I suspect that this is merely a ploy to find an easy mark in the household with which to gain some leverage. Pinkie is a sucker.** She still has the sniffles and sounds like a veteran smoker when she meows. Maybe she actually was a smoker. Who knows with this cat?  At least she has finally figured out what the litter box is for.

So about this facebook thingy...  if you are on there (and I must assume that if you are breathing then you are) come visit my page.  Maybe even like it.  Better yet, recommend it to a friend.  That would pay them back for all the crap they are always posting on your wall that you aren't really interested in.  There should be a badge and all of that crap over on the right side of the page.  Hopefully, you know how to use them.  I know I don't.  They might even work.  I promise you that I won't invite you to play any games or spam you six ways from Sunday.

Come back tomorrow.  I have lots planned for the week.  Really.  I really do this time.

Neyland D. Catt


* Neyland actually managed to sum this up pretty well for a change.  No exaggerations or anything.  A rare glimpse of true insight.  Mark it on your calendars.

** This is totally not true.  I rarely fall for pyramid schemes these days.  I also don't believe everything I see on TV.

                                           ---Big Pinkie

A bonus Luna picture.  No extra charge.  This time.