Rain rain go away
By the fire I will stay.
Safe and warm inside the house,
But WAIT! There's not a single mouse!
That's okay, my belly's dry
And I can't hear the coyote's cry.
My bowl is full of tasty foods
And I am in the best of moods.
OK... Really? This is real? I mean, is this really real fur? I mean, where did it come from and who.... Never mind. I don't want to know. But what I DO want to know is...what is stopping this from happening to me? I mean what makes me different? How do I know that one day you won't...uh...never mind. Let's not go there. But I would like to add that it would be nice if this didn't happen anymore. Can it stop happening? OK? Please?
The autumn monsoons have begun. Raindrops keep falling' on the roof. We Wieners were not made for the wet weather. Do not criticize please. How would you feel if your belly dragged on the wet grass? It ain't pretty people. And I wish you humans would quit criticizing us for trying to pee under the carport roof. Heck, it's the only place I can crouch without getting my privacy invaded by a shock of cold water. After a potty break outside it's the most wonderful thing to get wrapped up in a soft cozy blanket and just soak up the joy of being a house pet..... Did somebody say "play ball"?
I am Polecat's human. She has difficulty fully expressing herself without me. So I told her I would write and post photos for her. She wants you to know that she is a poet.