Envious Kitten – a haiku a poem


paw curls around door

playfully asking entry

jealous of her aunt


There’s a somewhat, or not so recent addition to the cat menagerie of the house. Actually, there are only two now. Things happen, and I’d rather not think about them. But Fluffy is still here, the daughter of Kitty, who helped me when she showed up one day and stayed for years. Now we have Stormy. She started at as a gray furball of a kitten, born to the bonkers, psycho cat you’d ever meet. She became a biter, or was already but became more so. Stormy on the other hand is the sweetest, if not the most ADD cat I’ve ever seen, but she is still mostly a kitten, not even a year yet. Not even close.

She has the nices markings. I’ve never seen the stripes go around the neck and chest before. When she lays on her side and stretches out, you see all her white hair with the dark gray stripes and it’s a shocking contrast, and she is the longest cat. Her legs are…she would be a runway model of cats if they had one, they’re that long. But she’ll let you pick her up and cuddle, her motor vibrating your chest and ear. Until she wants down. Her coat is the softest I’ve ever felt. It’s like stroking, well I can’t really think of anything this luxurious. It’s smooth, thick, not long, but not super short either.

All around an entertaining cat that figured out how to come inside for mealtimes with her Aunt Fluffy, not by blood. Fluffy is more like a mother than an Aunt. You can see Stormy watching her and copying everything she does. And Fluffy catches chipmunks and mice to show Stormy what her job is around the house, but Stormy just thinks the lifeless things are toys. She’s never tasted wild game so far.

Make sure to click on Fluffy’s photo to see her eye color.



Image of Stormy, a young gray female catt with darker gray stripes and yellow eyes.



Adult brown/sable cat with green eyes.Fluffy

How to Write a Haiku in English Form

A haiku for this week’s Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge.

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ADDLED-BRAINED CAT LOVER: A Thank you Haiku Poem to a Feline.



Felled by voiding blows,

I stumbled through life numbing days,

‘Til saved by a cat.


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Grumpy rescue loves his adopted grand kittens.

A little bit of joy for today. Nice and peaceful and shows you not only can a senior be wonderful for young’uns but they can be great for seniors.

A little peace, love…and furry kitten goodness to chill by.

Cats and kittens do the cutest things in video.

Fade to Grey.

In a cat’s eye I

See the world of black and white,

As they fade to grey.

Bag O’bones-Biddle

black cat transparent
Ticky tocky ricky rocky
The cat hummed its favorite tune
Watching from overhead
All snug in its rafter bedLarge-Cat-Paw-Transparent-left-down
It knew dinner would be coming soon.

Pebbles rittled and rattled
Night mice skittled and skedaddled
The man skipped to the beat of his head
Though the house up ahead was in gloomLarge-Cat-Paw-Transparent-right-down
And the beaten head needed a bed.
Bag O’bones-Biddle
Watched the skipping man’s skediddle
A smile spread across his big shroom
He turned to stoke the cooling fire
And swept up ashes with a broom.
“Greetings  my good dear friend,”
The man said to O’Bones-Biddle as if kin.
“Might I partake of a spare piece of floor?
As the night has come on quickly
And I find myself without safety of a door.”
The answer was yes,
O’bones-Biddle was quick to confess.
“Pardon the house it’s not as I wish.
My keeper has all but left.
But he makes a delicious dish.”
The night’s dinner was thin
“Too much is a sin.”
The skipping man said in fun.
“Or so the saying goes”Large-Cat-Paw-Transparent-left-down
O’bones-Biddle nodded. “It’s a good one.”
“I wonder this night,
If by chance you just might,
Help an old man such as me?”
Bag’s spoke in a voice
To bring pity upon one such as he.
“Of course I may,
Anything you might say,
Of this grateful stranger.”
The man did smile
Not the least aware his danger.
“I hope it’s not much trouble.
With two we may carry double,
And the fire will be stocked up as could be.”
Bag O’bones-Biddle went out the door.Large-Cat-Paw-Transparent-left-down
The man belched, sated and hunger free.
“Pardon me, your dinner was divine,
It was the best I’ve had in quite some time.”
“Thank you, kind sir. It was the last in my larder.”
But to fill it once again,
I need not look much farther or harder.”
Ticky tocky ricky rocky
The cat hummed its favorite tune
Watching from overhead
From its rafter bed
Shaking its head at the buffoon.
First one load then two
Back and forth the men flew.
Wood stacking up higher.
“What all of this
You could build a bonfire.”
“Oh no, dear me,
I am no one for a party.
But I like to be prepared for a dish.”
Bag O’bones-Biddle took up is fiddle,
“I’ll play whatever you wish.”
“Oh, I don’t think so.
It’s time for bed, you know.”
And the man looked about for a way.
O’bones-Biddle, ignored the denialLarge-Cat-Paw-Transparent-right-down
And with a drawing he began to play.
“Ticky Tocky Ricky Rocky
That was what me Mum sung.
Ticky Tocky Ricky Rocky
Until the day she was hung.”
Bag O’bones-Biddle played and hummed.
The man danced and danced,
Though the music was un-balanced.
“What are you doing to me, you’re mad?
I can’t do this much more,
Or me heart will burst and I’ll be had.”
Bag O’bones Biddle stepped to the man,
His hands fiddled as fast as a fan.
The man backed his back away,
Toward the rolling boil,
Whose fire had helped stoke to stay.
The cat sat and it watched through the pane.
Seeing nothing as wrong but all for its gain.
For it knew it would not be too long,
Once the fiddle began,
And heard Bag O’bones-Biddles’ mum’s song.



Ronovan Hester is an author, with his debut historical adventure novel Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling due out in December of 2015. He shares his life as an amnesiac and Chronic Pain sufferer through his blog RonovanWrites.WordPress.com. His love of poetry, authors and community through his online world has lead to a growing Weekly Haiku Challenge and the creation of a site dedicated to book reviews, interviews and author resources known as LitWorldInterviews.com.

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#Wordless Wednesday: Spunky is the Pumpkin.


Wordless Wednesday: Spunky Chilling in HIS Chair.


Wordless Wednesday Photography-Spunky’s sibling, Fluffy.

Fluffy Kitten Cat

Wordless Wednesday: Kitty say What?

Gray cat with glow in the dark green eyes.
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My Go To Quiet Getaway.

Cat Therapist
My Cat Therapist

How do you keep going? Up all night, up all day, when do you just relax? I get those questions a lot. Bloggers aren’t the lazy people I think a lot of people imagine them to be. “Oh, you write something and just put it on a site and walk away. Must be nice.”

As if. There is a lot behind the scenes of blogging. You have to come up with the ideas, research them, write them, then work on getting them seen. And how much pay? Personally I don’t get paid anything. I do this for the satisfaction of knowing people see my work. Yeah. Well, that is it really.

But sometimes you just need a break. The picture above is my break. That’s Kitty. I know, not original, but she was a stray a few months ago and it was either Kitty or Food that she answered to so I went with Kitty.

Kitty has done a lot for me. Whenever I need a break, I go outside, sit down, and within a few minutes Kitty shows up and wants to be petted and talked to. Yes, I call her like she’s a pretty girl. I know the picture is not great, but it was a cheap camera and a quick opportunity.

You can see her green eyes in this picture fairly well when you click on the picture. But how Kitty has really helped me is that she’s someone to talk to and take care of. You see I had an in home accident several months ago and am limited in a lot of things I can do. Then Kitty showed up.

I know it sounds a bit odd to be writing an article about a cat, but you have to understand, she loves without having to and even ignores food to come to me and give attention. She knows my voice and I’m the only one she does things for. Animals and small children trust me, this big macho scary guy, but that makes me happy.

I know my macho image is ruined now, but don’t laugh or I’ll send Kitty after you.

Everyone needs some quiet time to getaway from that requires no thought. For me it’s Kitty and a good petting. What is your go to getaway for peace?


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What do you do for a Writing Break? Me…Kittens! Kitty’s Kits.

Kittens Before the Attack
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Kittens Before The Attack

When I need a writing break…kittens. They are more entertaining than TV and right outside my window.

What do you do for a writing break when you just need to let your mind relax?