This is a poem (or whatever) I wrote for the Wiley and Excellent Boy Cat Named Ginger

[Heidi]

There's a spot
(or perhaps it only appears to be a spot
in the half-light of swollen autumn light)
glistening near the cedar tree
at the edge of the pond
where the massive koi swim
succulent fishies
mocking your aversion
to water.

That glistening spot
catches the light
and reveals itself:
yellowish.
That glistening spot
is carried by the wind.
Your manly mark
is known to all
creatures
possessing olfactory systems.

You stretch,
belly up to the sun.
You yawn.
You burp.
You are exquisite.

You are either feline
or from Queens.

*Dedicated to Ginger's Uncle Lefty

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear Heidi!

I love it!

*gasp* Your beloved cat pees near the koi?

How could he?

:rofl:

Another poet for the Lounge--I'm loving it!

Thank you.

:hug:

[Heidi]

3. YOU, my love,

are a very good sport, but this is a copycat aimed at Ginger's Uncle Lefty Fingerpop. (I am NO POET. But really, who ISN'T inspired by the heady aroma of cat urine? I just let the Muse and associated smells carry me away, not unlike a Calgon bath. :rofl:)

:loveya:

:hug:

[Call Me Wesley]

2. Since you mentioned the Kois, here's my Haiku for them:

Kois

You are swimming around much
eating pellets now.
The pond lilies are cut down.

[Heidi]

4. That's sad. I'm in my dark place now.

:weep:

[bluesbassman]

5. That was nice. Here's mine.

Fur on my bed
Fur on the floors
If you don't quit shedding
You'll sleep out of doors

[Heidi]

6. That reminds me of one of the funniest Lounge threads EVER.

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_topic&forum=105&topic_id=4459593#4459919

:rofl:

:spray:

[Shell Beau]

11. That was funny!!

We really now have to watch what words come out of our mouths these days. LDK is at the stage where she repeats what she can. Luckily it has been lovely things like thank you, love you, dog, etc. Really waiting on the day "shit" comes out of her mouth. We do watch what we say, but "shit" is about the only appropriate word when you injure yourself. It just comes out instinctively.

[theNotoriousP.I.G.]

7. You!

Fucking poets!

I love your work baby.

[Heidi]

12. I'm not a poet!!!!

But I am occasionally moved to words, if not tears, by Ginger's antics. :rofl:

[DeposeTheBoyKing]

8. I. LOVE. IT.

:hi:

[Heidi]

13. Thank you! Love to Sunny

and you! :hug:

[SoxFan]

9. Written by the Wiley and Excellent Boy Cat Named Ginger

Meow, meow, mrrrw
Murrf purrrt purrrt raow.
Preet tweeert
Prow!

[Heidi]

14. Ginger didn't write that.

All of his poetry includes the words "roast beef." :hi:

[SoxFan]

16. I think Pip has a crush on Ginger

Maybe they can meet over deli meat sometime!

[Heidi]

18. There's a lovely little place on main street in the next village

with absolutely bloody, rare roast beef, fresh on Wednesday mornings. However, when I'm negligent and can't make it down there on Wednesday mornings, Ginger seems satisfied with that butcher's mortadella (though it does produce noxious feline vapors about three hours later) and Parma. If Pip is up for an Italian deli extravaganza, Ginger may very well be the man-cat for him/her. :hi:

[LeftyFingerPop]

10. This moves me beyond words...

"You burp"






































:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

[Heidi]

15. We are pleased.

*burp*

:hug:

[Bertha Venation]

17. Brava

Love it!

:loveya:

[Heidi]

19. Ginger di Casanova said to tell you:

"If you weren't my aunt, I'd lick your ankles, ba-bee! So, let's pretend you're not my aunt, huh?" :loveya:

:smooch:

:hug:

[Bertha Venation]

21. He's an ankle-licker, is he?

Our Richard, rest his soul, was an elbow-licker and a hair-chewer. :rofl:

:hug:

[Heidi]

22. If you have body cream/lotion on on your legs, LOOK OUT!

Many of our female guests have been--how to say?--somewhat "overwhelmed" by Ginger's affection for scented body cream. :rofl:

[nuxvomica]

20. 'Tis a most excellent poem you have written

It strikes me as one that would well appeal to the cat himself, which is high praise. :D

[Heidi]

23. Hi, nuxvomica!

Your username takes me back a whole 14 hours, when I came downstairs barefoot this morning to find, in the dark and by touch only, a wide circle of cat vomit stretching from the foot of the stairs and across the stone floor into the kitchen. :erk:

When I flipped on the light, Ginger was sitting on the bar giving me that, "I've been waiting an hour for you to get down here and clean this up! You don't think I wanna walk around in my own barf, do you?" look. :yikes:

ETA: Photos of Ginger by the koi pond


"Scuse me. I burped." -- On the pond bridge



"I see you, Bob, Trotsky, Pflotch, Winky, Shamu and Jumpy! You will be fish-kababs one day!"

[nuxvomica]

24. I'm sorry to hear that my username reminds you of cat vomit

But I'm thankful for the cat pictures. I was expecting Ginger would be a ginger cat -- though I'm sure I knew otherwise at some point and just forgot. I'm guessing "Bob" is, what, a female koi?
Anyways, Ginger is quite the fine-looking cat, more than deserving of you faithful servitude.
:hi:

[Heidi]

25. Ha! Bob is named after two people:

my best girlfriend (a man and Colodo cowboy named Bob) and Bob Dylan.

By the way: :yourock:

:hug: