He treats them like humans,
Have their own beach chairs,
Bikini’s they wear, with multiple tops,
Doesn’t want raiding his place, the kops…
At night Kostro’s Kats sleep on Kots,
Mattresses, pillows & blankies, I kid you nots,
No stress do these kitties have, no stomach knots,
Cause their daddy gives them to relax sKotch…
So if you happen past the Kostro Kabin in the far northwoods,
Be sure you bring with you some kind of kitty baked goods,
For if not, never again will you be invited to return,
For as kats they are quite loveable, but as hosts they are quite stern…
© ed ;-) 1/15/09
Newfie Hugs, Rose
fee
The pic is fantastic,and your poem is funtastic!
Love Kostro Kats,and you and Rufuz, too!;-)
Thanks for the laffs!
Love,
tiger lily
Bless You! Jasmin Horst
Edvard
And if you plan on visiting, you best bring both dog and cat treats, and some flowers for Mean Tall Woman!!
PS Is that a spy satellite photo from last summer? And who you got spyin on us??
I even see one of our beloved pink flamingos in that shot. (I better start wearin some clothes in the old backyard.)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.