Naughty Ginger stole some fish
Silly Ginger got his dish
Dessert was best served with a bone in his teeth
That he couldn't dislodge with his hands nor his feet
So Mama Daixy called the vet
Together they chased down the frightened pet
Fished the bone out from mouth agape
Finally let him make his escape
Now Ginger lies curled up on mama's bed
Quite the adventure he has led
Perhaps now he will learn his lesson
And stop stealing meat from out the kitchen!!!
~Daixy
LOL. I wrote this one crazy evening when I got called in from work to help with a kitty emergency. Somehow, despite my insistence that I didn't want any more pets, the cats in the house (dogs too) have become my responsibility. And I have to say that my little Ginger can be quite the handful. From peeing on my bed (and me) on his first day, to stealing chicken from my dad's dinner, the little bugger has now taken to mewling outside my window at 5am (on the dot!)
I know the poem is cheesy but I couldn't resist making fun of him. Oh and the picture is of him as a kitten, tucked up in his basket. He still pulls such contortionist positions when he sleeps ;)
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