Happy Thanksgiving

Life is brighter, so I figured I would change my theme to reflect my emergence from the “dark days.” Just color me happy.

A wonderful Turkey Day to those of you who celebrate it (Unfortunately it won’t be so wonderful for the turkey).

Salud!

Photo courtesy of morgueFile

Samson the Hitchhiker

You remember this guy? The kitty who followed me hiking?

Such a pathetic, poor little Kitty...

As you may have guessed, he is still here. Looks like he found a home- mine! This is Samson now:

Look at the little angel! *gag*

 

Now, before you start in with the ooohs and the ahhhs and the oh how sweet, this is how he looks 98% of the time:

Someone get him a sedative please.

Just a blur of fur.

So exactly how many things can a kitty get into in a day?

• the toilet (while it’s flushing and he also likes to perch on the seat behind whoever happens to be seated there)
• the washing machine (as it’s filling with water no less)
• the dryer
• my breakfast
• my dinner
• the plants
• the microwave (I was tempted to shut the door and turn it on ;))
• the trees
• the roof
• the kitchen sink
• the closets
• boxes and bags
• and the guinea pig cage

I could continue, but there is only so much space on the page.

Samson also wants to be a cowboy when he grows up. How do I know? Well he likes to ride the backs of the other two cats like they’re bucking broncos until they manage to throw him off. He isn’t real popular with them. This is when they like him best:

Please stay asleep!

So sweet little Samson has earned the nicknames of Maniac Squirrel (mom thought he was a squirrel when he was in a treetop), just plain Maniac, and most recently P.I.T.A. (pain in the ass). Just the same, I’ll end this post with an oooh and ahhh picture:

Recharging the batteries.

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The Celebrate Poet of September Award

 

A great big thanks to those who voted for me, and to Jingle for putting the Poet’s Rally together. There is a whole lot of talent out there, and it is so enjoyable to read everyone’s work each week. So fellow poets, Rally on!

Una Calavera para el Día de Los Muertos

Feliz Día de Los Muertos!

Jose Guadalupe Posada, "Gran fandango y francachela de todas las calaveras" - 1913

Y para celebrar, una calavera tradicional:

Estaba la calaca flaca
sentaba en una pitaca.
Sus ojitos le lloraban
porque no podia hacer caca.

For my English speaking friends, Happy Day of the Dead. The poem above is a traditional type of poem called a calavera that comes out specially for the Day of the Dead. They are usually humorous and make fun of the living. The one above is one my mother and her siblings would chant to tease each other when they were children. Here is a general translation (but of course it doesn’t rhyme in English):

There was a skinny skelton
sitting on a chest.
His eyes were filled with tears
because he couldn’t poop.

You can see why I say they teased each other, and you can imagine when they would chant this poem. 🙂

If you would like to know more about the Day of the Dead, I found a pretty good explanation at Thinkquest.