"Kit-teez"
Ai haz shamelesslee adaptud dis frum teh
hyoomin Joyce Kilmer (c beloe). He calt his poem
"Trees". Ai calz minez
"Kit-teez"
Ai tink dat ai shal nebbur c
A creechur luvlee az a kit-tee.
A kit-tee hooz hungree mouf iz prest
Aginst teh suite earfs flowing nest;
A kit-tee dat lukz at Ceiling God awl dae,
An liftz her floofy paws 2 prae;
A kit-tee dat mae in summr ware
A nest ub robins in her fur;
Upon hooz boosum sno haz lane;
Hoo iti...inn...hatez 2 lib owt in teh rane.
Poemz r maed bi foolz liek meh,
But ownlee Ceiling God can maek teh kit-teez.
by rtshores/Rosie
"TREES"
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
By Joyce Kilmer.
source: meh | A day in the life of cats and dogs.
The Dog's Diary
08:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
09:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
09:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
01:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
03:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
05:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
07:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
08:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat's Diary
Day 983 of My Captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
source: all ovr teh inturwebz | | | (Ceiling Cat commands thee 2 kwote heer!!!) | Lolrus Quotes.
"I has a bukkit."
- while holding the infamous blue bukkit.
"NOOO! They be stealin mah bukkit!"
- during the tragic incident.
source: Lolrus inturview 2007 | Happycat Quotes.
"I can has cheezburger?"
- when he wus hungry.
"Iz Lolspeak tiem!"
- in a euphoric mood, here on the header of SpeakLolSpeak.
source: Happycat himself, duh! | Kwoteshow fromto understand the cookienormal kitteh language
(my(from cookie, my nanan's cat)
mraaaw...
(go awaaay...)
whenever I come over to see them
maaaaw!
(I r hungree!)
obviously when hes hungry |
