Monday, January 29, 2007

Cold, cold city, this Columbus

It's a bit nippy--23 F, wind chill 10 F. My fingers are stiff. The thermostat is a room away, and God only knows where Al Gore and his hot air bandwagon are. So the cat jumps up in my lap while I type, and for awhile I have warm thighs. . . and lots of cat hair as she settles in for a long winter's nap.

Cat hair on the keyboard
cat hair on the floor
cat hair in the vacuum
It won't hold anymore.

Cat hair on the bedspread
cat hair in the sink
cat hair on my best clothes
and not just where you'd think.

Cat hair on my shoulders
cat hair in the pears,
cat hair up the stair well
and on the dining chairs.

Cat o mine, I love you
could not do without
But keep your hair, dear heart,
and not so round about.


Irish Church Lady :) said...

Cute poem and oh so true!

Thanks for your kind words about our 'visiting' priest who stayed 6 years! It is true, he will have an impact on others. He will be training seminarians in Nigeria. One of our parishioners told him to make them all like him and he said "Suuuuuuurrrrrrrreeeee!!" LOL

I'm not doing Monday Memories lately because I haven't had time but I do have some more that I will blog about eventually one of these days!

Have a good week!

Anonymous said...

Loved the poem. Reminds me of our Yoda, who loves to shed all over my pillow every night.

Have a good day.

Norma said...

Thank you both. I spent about 3 minutes on that poem. The first line originally was "Cat hair in the lint filter," but it wasn't meant to be, even though it was the inspiration.