A Pine Cone Kissamouse

A Pine Cone Kissamouse

T’was the night before Kissamouse
And all through the ship,
No one was stirring,
Not one little bit.

The fat wench was snoring,
But this was normal.
The cats were all resting
Their postures…quite formal.

The Cap’n and his wench,
Miss Chloe…quite lovely,
Were sitting on the deck
Watching the ocean…quite bubbly.

The cats and the kits
Were asleep in a cabin
Dreaming of their hoomins
And the treats they’d be grabbin’.

The sea was quite peaceful,
The cats were all quiet,
Missing their hoomins
And their holiday diet.

When up from the sky
A humming arose,
It crested the waves
And curled kitty toes.

The hoomins stirred…
Uneasy in sleep.
The cats were all quiet.
A promise to keep.

The mothership was coming
With instructions and treats.
For all the kitties waiting
Forgoing their sleep.

They looked into the sky
And saw something new
A sleigh not a spaceship,
With reindeer as crew.
A red clad hoomin
Who smelled of catnip
Jumped down on the deck
Making it rock…quite a bit.

He talked to the kitties
And gave them all snacks,
gooshy food, and goodies,
And gifts, from his sack.

The cats were all happy
They purred, quite loud
To the guy in red pajamas
And his reindeer, who bowed.

“But what of our hoomins?�
One kitten trilled.
“We love and we miss them;
They are our world.�

“Then ghost yourselves home,�
Laughed the pajama-clad man.
“It’s Kissamouse eve,
Ghost as fast as you can.�

One by one the cats left
The kittens left too.
Only the Shirk cats stayed
As Captain and crew.

“Our Hoomins are here.
And so are our eats.
Thank you, dear hoomin,
For the gifts and the treats.�

The man nodded gravely,
Wished the kitties all well
And jumped into his sleigh
Creating a swell.

The cats heard him exclaim
As he flew out of sight
The Mothership’s on vacation.
I’m your contact tonight.

Season’s Greetings
The Fat Wench,
The Shirk Family,
And The feline crew

That is sooooooo cool!

Well done, that fat wench!

Yowie

"Tanada" wrote in message
nk.net...
A Pine Cone Kissamouse

T’was the night before Kissamouse
And all through the ship,
No one was stirring,
Not one little bit.

The fat wench was snoring,
But this was normal.
The cats were all resting
Their postures…quite formal.

The Cap’n and his wench,
Miss Chloe…quite lovely,
Were sitting on the deck
Watching the ocean…quite bubbly.

The cats and the kits
Were asleep in a cabin
Dreaming of their hoomins
And the treats they’d be grabbin’.

The sea was quite peaceful,
The cats were all quiet,
Missing their hoomins
And their holiday diet.

When up from the sky
A humming arose,
It crested the waves
And curled kitty toes.

The hoomins stirred…
Uneasy in sleep.
The cats were all quiet.
A promise to keep.

The mothership was coming
With instructions and treats.
For all the kitties waiting
Forgoing their sleep.

They looked into the sky
And saw something new
A sleigh not a spaceship,
With reindeer as crew.
A red clad hoomin
Who smelled of catnip
Jumped down on the deck
Making it rock…quite a bit.

He talked to the kitties
And gave them all snacks,
gooshy food, and goodies,
And gifts, from his sack.

The cats were all happy
They purred, quite loud
To the guy in red pajamas
And his reindeer, who bowed.

“But what of our hoomins?�
One kitten trilled.
“We love and we miss them;
They are our world.�

“Then ghost yourselves home,�
Laughed the pajama-clad man.
“It’s Kissamouse eve,
Ghost as fast as you can.�

One by one the cats left
The kittens left too.
Only the Shirk cats stayed
As Captain and crew.

“Our Hoomins are here.
And so are our eats.
Thank you, dear hoomin,
For the gifts and the treats.�

The man nodded gravely,
Wished the kitties all well
And jumped into his sleigh
Creating a swell.

The cats heard him exclaim
As he flew out of sight
The Mothership’s on vacation.
I’m your contact tonight.

Season’s Greetings
The Fat Wench,
The Shirk Family,
And The feline crew

On Mon, 13 Dec 2004 23:12:58 GMT, Tanada
yodeled:

A Pine Cone Kissamouse



Hyuk hyuk hyuk!

They are the bee's knees, aren't they-- Santa and that fat wench?

Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

That is brilliant!

Tweed



"Tanada" wrote in message
nk.net...
A Pine Cone Kissamouse

T’was the night before Kissamouse
And all through the ship,
No one was stirring,
Not one little bit.

The fat wench was snoring,
But this was normal.
The cats were all resting
Their postures…quite formal.

The Cap’n and his wench,
Miss Chloe…quite lovely,
Were sitting on the deck
Watching the ocean…quite bubbly.

The cats and the kits
Were asleep in a cabin
Dreaming of their hoomins
And the treats they’d be grabbin’.

The sea was quite peaceful,
The cats were all quiet,
Missing their hoomins
And their holiday diet.

When up from the sky
A humming arose,
It crested the waves
And curled kitty toes.

The hoomins stirred…
Uneasy in sleep.
The cats were all quiet.
A promise to keep.

The mothership was coming
With instructions and treats.
For all the kitties waiting
Forgoing their sleep.

They looked into the sky
And saw something new
A sleigh not a spaceship,
With reindeer as crew.
A red clad hoomin
Who smelled of catnip
Jumped down on the deck
Making it rock…quite a bit.

He talked to the kitties
And gave them all snacks,
gooshy food, and goodies,
And gifts, from his sack.

The cats were all happy
They purred, quite loud
To the guy in red pajamas
And his reindeer, who bowed.

“But what of our hoomins?�
One kitten trilled.
“We love and we miss them;
They are our world.�

“Then ghost yourselves home,�
Laughed the pajama-clad man.
“It’s Kissamouse eve,
Ghost as fast as you can.�

One by one the cats left
The kittens left too.
Only the Shirk cats stayed
As Captain and crew.

“Our Hoomins are here.
And so are our eats.
Thank you, dear hoomin,
For the gifts and the treats.�

The man nodded gravely,
Wished the kitties all well
And jumped into his sleigh
Creating a swell.

The cats heard him exclaim
As he flew out of sight
The Mothership’s on vacation.
I’m your contact tonight.

Season’s Greetings
The Fat Wench,
The Shirk Family,
And The feline crew

"Tanada" wrote in message
nk.net...
A Pine Cone Kissamouse

T’was the night before Kissamouse
And all through the ship,
No one was stirring,
Not one little bit.

The fat wench was snoring,
But this was normal.
The cats were all resting
Their postures…quite formal.

The Cap’n and his wench,
Miss Chloe…quite lovely,
Were sitting on the deck
Watching the ocean…quite bubbly.

The cats and the kits
Were asleep in a cabin
Dreaming of their hoomins
And the treats they’d be grabbin’.

The sea was quite peaceful,
The cats were all quiet,
Missing their hoomins
And their holiday diet.

When up from the sky
A humming arose,
It crested the waves
And curled kitty toes.

The hoomins stirred…
Uneasy in sleep.
The cats were all quiet.
A promise to keep.

The mothership was coming
With instructions and treats.
For all the kitties waiting
Forgoing their sleep.

They looked into the sky
And saw something new
A sleigh not a spaceship,
With reindeer as crew.
A red clad hoomin
Who smelled of catnip
Jumped down on the deck
Making it rock…quite a bit.

He talked to the kitties
And gave them all snacks,
gooshy food, and goodies,
And gifts, from his sack.

The cats were all happy
They purred, quite loud
To the guy in red pajamas
And his reindeer, who bowed.

“But what of our hoomins?�
One kitten trilled.
“We love and we miss them;
They are our world.�

“Then ghost yourselves home,�
Laughed the pajama-clad man.
“It’s Kissamouse eve,
Ghost as fast as you can.�

One by one the cats left
The kittens left too.
Only the Shirk cats stayed
As Captain and crew.

“Our Hoomins are here.
And so are our eats.
Thank you, dear hoomin,
For the gifts and the treats.�

The man nodded gravely,
Wished the kitties all well
And jumped into his sleigh
Creating a swell.

The cats heard him exclaim
As he flew out of sight
The Mothership’s on vacation.
I’m your contact tonight.

Season’s Greetings
The Fat Wench,
The Shirk Family,
And The feline crew


Excellent!!! Thank you!!!!!!

Hugs,

CatNipped

Tanada wrote:

A Pine Cone Kissamouse

snip wonderful poem

Apaws! Apaws!

--
Marina, Frank and Nikki
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Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/
and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki

Pam S wrote:


T’was the night before Kissamouse
And all through the ship,
No one was stirring,
Not one little bit.
---------------------snip----------------------

How thoughtful of you to go to all that trouble to brighten the
spirits of your friends. That's the best kind of gift you can give.

Regards and Purrs,
O J

Tanada wrote:
A Pine Cone Kissamouse

T’was the night before Kissamouse
And all through the ship,
No one was stirring,
Not one little bit.

The fat wench was snoring,
But this was normal.
The cats were all resting
Their postures…quite formal.

The Cap’n and his wench,
Miss Chloe…quite lovely,
Were sitting on the deck
Watching the ocean…quite bubbly.

The cats and the kits
Were asleep in a cabin
Dreaming of their hoomins
And the treats they’d be grabbin’.

The sea was quite peaceful,
The cats were all quiet,
Missing their hoomins
And their holiday diet.

When up from the sky
A humming arose,
It crested the waves
And curled kitty toes.

The hoomins stirred…
Uneasy in sleep.
The cats were all quiet.
A promise to keep.

The mothership was coming
With instructions and treats.
For all the kitties waiting
Forgoing their sleep.

They looked into the sky
And saw something new
A sleigh not a spaceship,
With reindeer as crew.
A red clad hoomin
Who smelled of catnip
Jumped down on the deck
Making it rock…quite a bit.

He talked to the kitties
And gave them all snacks,
gooshy food, and goodies,
And gifts, from his sack.

The cats were all happy
They purred, quite loud
To the guy in red pajamas
And his reindeer, who bowed.

“But what of our hoomins?�
One kitten trilled.
“We love and we miss them;
They are our world.�

“Then ghost yourselves home,�
Laughed the pajama-clad man.
“It’s Kissamouse eve,
Ghost as fast as you can.�

One by one the cats left
The kittens left too.
Only the Shirk cats stayed
As Captain and crew.

“Our Hoomins are here.
And so are our eats.
Thank you, dear hoomin,
For the gifts and the treats.�

The man nodded gravely,
Wished the kitties all well
And jumped into his sleigh
Creating a swell.

The cats heard him exclaim
As he flew out of sight
The Mothership’s on vacation.
I’m your contact tonight.

Season’s Greetings
The Fat Wench,
The Shirk Family,
And The feline crew

Thanks, Pam, that was great. :-)
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera)
A house is not a home, without a cat.

On Mon, 13 Dec 2004 18:37:24 -0500, Kreisleriana wrote:

On Mon, 13 Dec 2004 23:12:58 GMT, Tanada
yodeled:

A Pine Cone Kissamouse



Hyuk hyuk hyuk!

They are the bee's knees, aren't they-- Santa and that fat wench?

Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com



Thanks for the very clever "Night before Christmas". MLB

That's cute and clever! Thank you!

--Fil
"O J" wrote in message
...
Pam S wrote:


T'was the night before Kissamouse
And all through the ship,
No one was stirring,
Not one little bit.
---------------------snip----------------------

How thoughtful of you to go to all that trouble to brighten the
spirits of your friends. That's the best kind of gift you can give.

Regards and Purrs,
O J