This post is to support Happy Mouffetard of The Inelegant Gardener in her quest not to become the Crazy Cat Lady.
[Sorry, but I can't change the following (see famous look-a-like faces.)] The above acronym stands for "Let's all post cat photos and dire poetry on our blogs." Today is the day, so here goes. I do not have a cat, nor do any of my neighbors, so I scoured my archives and found one photo:
That's VIS's aunt's cat Ollie, the only one brave enough to venture out when the kids go visit. He's a beautiful, all black, ball of fur. So in honor of Ollie and Halloween, I offer the following poem:
Wanted - A Witch's Cat
Wanted - a witch's cat.
Must have vigor and spite,
Be expert at hissing,
And good in a fight,
And have balance and poise
On a broomstick at night.
Wanted - a witch's cat.
Must have hypnotic eyes
To tantalize victims
And mesmerize spies,
And be an adept
At scanning the skies.
Wanted - a witch's cat,
With a sly, cunning smile,
A knowledge of spells,
And a good deal of guile,
With a fairly hot temper
And plenty of bile.
Wanted - a witch's cat,
Who's not afraid to fly,
For a cat with strong nerves
The salary's high
Wanted - a witch's cat;
Only the best need apply.
Shelagh McGee
I don't know how dire that poem is and it doesn't quite fit Ollie's personality, but he looks the part.