Poems and Sad Things

This is the poetry part.

I got my paws on the computer this afternoon, because the ladypeep left the laptop open and the computer turned on. And, now I'm having an extreme case of "I got nothing to say".... So, I thought perhaps I'd write a poem.

Yessiree Bob, I'm a cat of many many talents.
So without further ado, here is a haiku - heh, heh, see what I mean. I just can't help myself.

Before I go further, I guess I should say what a haiku is, in case you don't know. Its supposed to be some kind of ancient Japanese form of poetry - and its got lotsa rules - for instance, 1) its supposed to be about nature, or seasons, or something like that, and its gotta have 3 lines, line 1 having words that make 5 syllables, line 2 with words to make 7 syllables, and line 3 must have 5 syllables. The whole thing is supposed to be a coherent thought - which took some time, but here goes.

It's about me

Steely eyed and still
I wait for a chance to pounce
on my catnip mouse

Yeah, I know it doesn't really fit the rules, but I'm a cat and part of nature, so I think it should be okay.

Now here comes the sad part.

Sam the Dog went to the bridge this summer.

He was getting really really old and really skinny and cranky all the time. Mostly he just laid on the rug by the front door and sighed great big sighs. He liked to be outside, and loved to go for walks, but he wasn't strong enough to go very far anymore. The lady peep and man peep took him for a walk one night - just once around the block - and he had to stop, because he couldn't walk no further, so the lady peep picked him up and carried him home, just like a baby, in her arms. Her eyes were leaking and leaking and that man peep, well he had a worry frown in his forehead and a sad look in his eyes. So what happened next was that lady peep and the man peep, they sat down on the couch with Sam the Dog between them, all cuddled up, with Sam's head in the peep lady's lap and the man peep kinda rubbing his belly. They had a very long talk with him. They asked him if he was too tired to stay with us anymore, and if he wanted them to help him go to the bridge. I think he was very glad they did that, because it just wasn't much fun for him here anymore. He hurt every time he moved, and he couldn't walk up and down the stairs any more. He couldn't always wait for the lady peep to come home and put him outside to pee. So, he licked the lady peep's hand and thumped his tail a couple times to say Yes, he was ready to go. The next morning, the man peep cooked Sam's very favorite breakfast, bacon and eggs, and let him eat the whole thing right off a plate on the kitchen floor. Then, the lady peep put him in his crate in the hallway. Me and Phinney, we didn't know what to do, so we said goodbye to him - I stuck my big paw into the crate and tried to pat his nose and Phinney, he just sat there and wailed. He's such a crybaby. Anyway what happened next was that the lady peep with her eyes leaking buckets of water, put him in the car and drove him to the bridge. Well she actually drove him to the Vet's and hugged him really close to her heart and said she loved him while the vet showed him how to go to the bridge. It was a very very sad day. I miss him. Phinney does too.