"I can't see over my own pelvis." Zaphod Beeblebrox

If Pablo? thinks I'm hip, it must be true!

Thanks, Pablo. This award was invented by Charlie, who said that the award must be passed on "to three hip bloggers to perpetuate the spirit of hip-ness, for which, if you need any help, you can refer to Zaphod Beeblebrox*, who said, "I'm so hip, I can't see over my own pelvis!"

And now for my 3 "hip bloggers"

1--The hippest hipster ... The delightful Aunt Bee of the High Sea ! Anyone who can pull off a tiara like she can is just plain hip!

2--The hip brother of my lady ... Mao. Mao just has that hip look on his handsome face!

3--Anyone who says "How you doin?" is totally hip ... so I'm sending this award to Monty Q. Even his name is hip!

Thanks again Pablo. You're EXTREMELY hip yourself!

*Zaphod Beeblebrox

Words on Wednesday

For Marilyn:

Marilyn dear ... it's very funny ...

you are an enchanting bunny!

And, my sweet, I have been told

You'd be a purrfect centerfold.

Easy Like Sunday Morning

Saturday decisions

OK ... let me think about this ...

I woke Mom up just after 6 for breakfast ....

then I asked her to let me out the front door ...

then Dad let me in through the bathroom window ...

I've been in and out 3 times already ...

Yup ... I'm going out again.

(Mom ... you need a new camera. This one stinks.)

Comfortable

There has been discussion on Jeter's blog regarding his Yankee bed and who should and should not be sleeping on it. I have been watching this from my red chair and found it very amusing.

Jeter stepped out ... so I thought I'd give it a try.

Hmmmm ... comfortable.

(I'll be gone by the time he gets back!)

Oh My

Bunny"kick"?????

I thought you said Bunny"Mick!"

Found Poem

Ah ... Spring ... it's just around the corner.

This is what I looked like last spring.

I hope I haven't changed too much.

Mom is going to teach her students how to write a "Found Poem"

That's when they will choose words from the work of an author who they admire ...

So ...

There's nocat I admire more than Marilyn.

I borrowed her open window post and wrote this found poem:

Rainy days

turned into a gorgeous Thursday...

...a harbinger of Spring.

The windows opened,

(Ballicai love open windows)

and perching together,

sisters and brothers gazed out at the night...

...counting stars...

...and dreaming of sunny days to come.

Marilyn ... a pleiade

Marilyn ... will you

Meet me at a

Moment agreed upon so we can

Mingle on the wall?

Maybe we will take the time to

Meow softly in the

Moonlight.

Toadally fantastic!

I just noticed this award on my Kittypie's page.

No no Marilyn ... YOU'RE Toadally Awesome!

The Toad

by Robert S. Oliver

In days of old, those far off times

Of high romance and magic,

A toad was an enchanted prince,

A transformation tragic.

Today the toad is studied as

A scientific topic--

No prince is found, although we look

With vision microscopic.

And yet, the prince is there--he's there

As clearly as can be.

Forget your microscope, my friend,

And use your mind to see!

Scratch

Can you see the scratch right above my mouth?

I think it makes me look mancatly.

What do you think Marilyn?

Speak to the Paw

Nap ... not

My mom was taking like a squillion pictures of me while I was trying to take a nap on her bed today. I was disturbed by this ... and chose NOT to cooperate.

I would like to wish my brother Jeter (who was nappimg next to me and was also being bothered) a very happy birthday.

Have a great day Jete!