Thursday

I'm just exhausted from writing my sonnet to Marilyn.

I think it was especially difficult to work in "JVC".

The weather has been beautiful in New York.

I love being outside!

(And green is a good background color for me!)

Marilyn--I have a surprise for you. Go to the top right corner of my blog , click on "Rocky Top", and turn up the speakers . I put it there for you!

Your Purring is Within Me ... a sonnet by Mickey Mantle

Your purring is within me.

It's gentle in my heart.

Soft motor sounds will start

to waken thoughts of thee.

I picture you so regal,

Atop the JVC.

Your paws so small and dainty

My longing is illegal.

Oh, my lady of pink

I dream of you day long.

Your name is like a song

I sing aloud ... don't lip sync.

Dear Marilyn MonREOW

My feelings for you grow.

The beginning of a sonnet

Marilyn wrote a sonnet.

I want to send her a sonnet, too.

Hmmm ... The Scholastic Rhyming Dictionary. This should come in handy.

OK ... the rima baciata is ABBA ...

I can do this.

on page 45 it says I can use the following words to rhyme with JVC:

glee, plea, spree, tee hee ... no, no ... that won't do.

I need some more time to write my sonnet.

Marilyn ... please wait!

beep beep 'm beep beep yeah

Can you tell that I'm resting on my 2-leg's car?

I'm keeping it warm while he's in California.

Baby you can drive my car

Yes I'm gonna be a star

Baby you can drive my car

And baby I love you

Beep beep'm beep beep yeah

OK ... I'm going to try to write a sonnet now!

an apology

Dear Mom,

I know you have had this little box for a long time,

but it was 4:30 and I really had to wake you up.

You weren't responding to all the other things I was knocking to the floor.

I'm really sorry that I had to break it.
Please forgive me.
Love--Mickey ... your "Bear"

Marilyn ... please don't be disappointed with me.

True Kitty Confessions

I would like to confess to a few ... well ... activities:

I like to wake my dad up in the middle of the night. I politely ask him to let me out.

Then I sit at the bathroom window, politely asking to be let in the house about an hour later.

At approximately 4:30 am, I begin to ask for breakfast.

I do this by climbing on Mom's night table and pushing everything to the floor. This includes the lamp, the telephone, and all the pictures.

By 4:45 am, I have succeeded in having Mom serve breakfast to my brothers, my sister, and me.

At about 5:15 am I am ready to go outside again ... and I walk upstairs and politely ask my dad to let me out.

This is my daily routine.

Lately Dad has put the telephone and lamp on the floor ... and Mom has decided to display all the pictures on her dresser. I have also discovered that when I return upstairs after breakfast, the bedroom door is usually closed. Somebody's getting smart!

A Lento for Marilyn

Lento

Smitten am I by a Whitester

Kitten named "Dually"--she's sweet

Written are poems of devotion

Fitting I'm trying to compete!

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Meow to Marilyn's wit

Meow to her creative mind

Purrs for her feline beauty

Purrs ... she is one-of-a-kind.

Mickey's attempt at a "clerihew"

Lovely and smart Miss MonREOW
Constantly feeds my cat eGO
And her style and her grace
put a Cheshire grin on my face

A cinquain for Marilyn

A cinquain for Marilyn

MonREOW...

dear Marilyn.

a snugglebug in white.

eye of green ... eye of gold ... she's my

girlcat.

Marilyn's Special Day

I'm so proud of Marilyn.

Karen Jo featured her on her blog yesterday.

I admire Marilyn!

A glamorous cat is Marilyn MonREOW.

As she saunters by all the ManCats say, "Wow!"

With her fur of white

And her eyes so bright
She has won her sweet Mickey, has Marilyn MonREOW.

Fabulous Whitester Wednesday

Icy is my best friend.

She is my co-administrator of the Pure White Kitty Club.

She's political, clever, sensitive, helpful ... and I love her!

I dedicate my blog to Icy today.

Let's call it "Fabulous Whitester Wednesday".

cream colored roses with pink tips

For Marilyn.

Yours,

Mick

When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long

And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong

Just remember that in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow

Lies the seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose.

monday's meme

hmmmmm ... a meme. Thank you for tagging me, Daisy.

Now let's see. (I think best when I have my ear to the ground ... don't ask why. I just do.)

Time of Day: Early morning ... between 5:00 and 5:30. That's when I begin my routine of knocking everything off my mom's night table. She tries to stop me ... but I wear her down and she gets out of bed to make us breakfast.
Day of the week:Sunday's a good day. My mom and I do alot of work in the Pure White Kitty Club on Sunday and I hear from my Whitester friends.
Season of the year:Spring. The flowers are in bloom ... it's not too hot ... I love to be outside.
Holiday:Teacher Appreciation Day. I appreciate my favorite teacher ... my mom.
Beaches:Although I haven't been there, I have seen pictures of the National Seashore on Cape Cod. The sanddunes look great for rolling around!
Song: Candle in the Wind ... it's an Elton John song about Marilyn Monroe.
Flower:White rose
Talk show:Late Night with David Letterman ... I love to watch his (stupid) Pet Tricks
Movie:61 ... it's an HBO film by Billy Crystal about Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris.
Soaps: I don't watch daytime television
Beverage:Tuna juice
Fruit: I don't particularly like fruit...
Snack:TEMPTATIONS!
Food:Anything ... cat food ... people food ... anything.
Restaurant:Legal Seafood. (I've never been there ... but I'm sure I'd like it.)



Marilyn--would you like to try this?

Flowers for Marilyn MonREOW

Marilyn ... my mom went to Ireland last summer and brought back this picture. The flowers are so lovely ... I wanted to share them with you.

Saturday thoughts

Thoughts of Marilyn make me smile.

This week's visit was very special.

The way your little paw moved
AH, God, the way your little paw moved
As you thrust a white arm backward
And made play with your fur
And a comb a silly gilt comb
Ah, God--that I should suffer
Because of the way a little paw moved.
Stephen Crane (and Mickey Mantle)

My Friday confession

I have a confession.

I really enjoy a good mouse.

This is my personal favorite.

I call him "George"

Marilyn ... I really enjoyed our time together. I would have held your paw or licked your whiskers ... but I didn't want to appear too "forward". Yours--Mick

Spending Wednesday with Marilyn MonREOW!

So Marilyn ... How do you like it over here?

I'm glad you accepted my invitation to visit.

My tail on Tuesday

This tabby ...

loves to touch my tail ...
I just put up with it!
It's easier that way!

A poem for Marilyn...

The Progress Of Spring
by Lord Alfred Tennyson

The groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould,

Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea

Wavers on her thin stem the snowdrop cold

That trembles not to kisses of the bee:

Come Spring, for now from all the dripping eaves

The spear of ice has wept itself away,

And hour by hour unfolding woodbine leaves

O'er his uncertain shadow droops the day.

She comes! The loosen'd rivulets run;

The frost-bead melts upon her golden hair;

Her mantle, slowly greening in the Sun,

Now wraps her close, now arching leaves her bar

To breaths of balmier air;

I came in through the bathroom window

The other day I came in the house through the bathroom window.

This is a trick I taught my brother Jeter.

In this shot, I have just climbed the tree, stood outside the bathroom window calling someone ... anyone ... to open up and let me in, and finally, walked into the house.

Although Jeter makes it sound as if he started this ... it's my trick.

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From She Came In Through the Bathroom Window (Lennon/McCartney)

Didn't anybody tell her

Didn't anybody see

Sunday's on the phone to Monday

Tuesday's on the phone to me

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Marilyn ... welcome to Catster and to the Pure White Kitty Club! What a surprise!

Happy Mother's Day

For Mother's Day I am posting my mom's favorite picture of me. It makes her smile because it was taken at a dinner party and every guest took a picture wearing these sunglasses from the '50s.
Mom thought I looked the best!

...and because she loves Shel Silverstein ... this poem is for her!

Happy Mother's Day to all!

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Hug O'War

from the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)

I will not play at tug o' war.

I'd rather play at hug o' war,

Where everyone hugs

Instead of tugs,

Where everyone giggles

And rolls on the rug,

Where everyone kisses,

And everyone grins,

And everyone cuddles,

And everyone wins.

Saturday in New York

I love to sit on the back wall and take in the world.

The old wall was rotting away, so it was replaced with a new wall this year.

It seems to be just as great to sit on!

there is a dogwood tree by the wall. I'm sending this to you, Marilyn, so you can share in the beauty I've been seeing this spring.

Yours--Mick

seven random facts about myself

This photo was taken this morning at about 5ish.

Thank you to everycat who tagged me.

Here are 7 random facts about me.

I take the responsibility of waking my mom every morning. I jump up on her night table and swat everything off until she gets out of bed to feed us. My brothers and sister appreciate my hard work.

I love to eat. Jeter says I snort when I eat. That's just not true.

I taught Jeter how to climb the tree ... walk on the roof ... and come in through the bathroom window.

I like to talk ... and talk ... and talk. I have a manly voice.

I am sensitive, sweet, and, like my special friend Marilyn, I'm very friendly with humans.

I have been called "Bear" because ... well ... look at me.

I have been compared to a "loaf of whitebread"

I have an excellent tail.

Can we call this "Robert Frost Friday" Marilyn?

"....Not far, but near,

I stood and saw it all

behind low boughs the trees let down outside;

And the sweet pang it cost me not to call

And tell you that I saw does still abide.

But 'tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof,

For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof."

Thank You and Thoreau Thursday

Thank you so much for welcoming me to the blogosphere.

This photo was taken this afternoon especially for my blog.

I would like to answer a few questions here:

First--Dragonheart (I've heard so much about you!) Jeter likes to spell phonetically ... he says it makes more sense to him! He's young and is encouraged to write, write, write ... then check the spelling. He hasn't reached the "check" part yet!

Eric and Flynn (I've heard about you as well!) Oh Mickey You're So Fine is by Toni Basil. It's a favorite of mine.

Yao-Lin (Yes, I've heard about you, too!) Jeter and I laugh together ... so I suppose he's "laffin an laffin" with me!

Elvin (very nice to meet you!) You appear to be on your way to becoming a "big mancat!"

Finally, I'm so happy to see such wonderful friends as Marie (and Donnyboy) and Lux here in the blogosphere. We are Whitesters and we all belong to the PWKC.

Let's call this "Thoreau Thursday". This poem by Henry Thoreau is for my friend Marilyn.

from Friendship by Henry David Thoreau

...Two sturdy oaks I mean,

which side by side,

Withstand the winter's storm,

And spite of wind and tide,

Grow up the meadow's pride,

For both are strong

Above they barely touch, but undermined

Down to their deepest source,

Admiring you shall find

Their roots are intertwined

Insep'rably

My first post

My name is Mickey Mantle. You can call me Mick.

My brother, Jeter, has encouraged me to start blogging. I am accepting the challenge.

I am a serious mancat... although I can have fun with catnip mice on occasion.

I look forward to becoming a member of the blogosphere.

Sincerely,

Mick