‘Twas the start of March Madness,
And all through the land,
People sat by the TV
With pencils in hand.

The committee had chosen the teams with great care
And everyone hoped their Alma Mater was there.
The teams were selected and placed into regions
With top seeds rewarded for having good seasons.

Badger fans from Wisconsin were
All dressed in Red
With Final Four visions
Dancing  ‘round in their heads.

Kentucky fans claimed
(As they most always do)
The Championship would go
To their Wildcats in blue.

The Blue Devils from Durham
Were also quite hot
And the Duke fans were certain
They would win the top spot.

‘Nova fans were excited; their hopes are alive!
Remember the upset?  1985
An 8-seed back then, this year they're a One!
Villanova Wildcat fans are sure to have fun! xxxxxxx already done.

Now the ‘play-ins’ are over.
But I’m not sure who won
Doesn't matter, the winner
Will be trounced by a One.

I, with cold beer and my bracket,
Settle down in a chair
I’ve picked all the games
Now I’ll see how they fare.

Now Badgers, Now Boilers,
Now Hawkeyes and Bucks,
On Hoosiers, On Hoyas,
On Shockers, and Ducks
Go Flyers, Go Sooners, Come On Musketeers!
Go Cardinals, Go Cowboys….   Gonna need some more beers.

Then all of a sudden arose such a clatter
On the tube Sir Charles was starting to chatter.
“I’m the Round Mound of Rebound, - there’s no one like me!”
“Watch all my commercials, NCAA on TV!”

From Thursday through Sunday
On to Sweet Sixteen,
Elite Eight, Final Four and
All the games in between.
The nation is watching from East Coast to West
Which of the 60+ teams will be best.
With OTs and upsets and a blowout or two,
I am glued to the TV and
I’ll bet so are you.

I closed my eyes for a second, and then fell asleep

But was quickly awakened by my doorbell's loud beep,

And what, to my wondering eyes should appear?

But Sir Charles himself;
 And he asks for a beer!

"I'm not a role model, I just like to dunk.

I took a look at your bracket, and
Most all your picks stunk!"
I turned to ask him to fix it,
But he'd disappeared.
Yes, Sir Charles was gone,

And so was my beer!

Now my bracket is busted,
I’m all out of beer
Merry Madness to all,
I will see you next year!

"A Visit from St. Nicholas", also known as "The Night Before Christmas" and " ' Twas the Night Before Christmas" from its first line, is a poem first published anonymously in 1823, and later attributed to Clement Clarke Moore, who acknowledged authorship in 1837.   from Wikipedia.

Unfortunately, Mr. Moore never had the chance to experience March Madness.  :-)

I was shacked with a
24 year old girl from
New York City for
two weeks- about
the time of the garbage
strike out there, and
one night my 34 year
old woman arrived and
she said, "I want to see
my rival." she did
and then she said, "o,
you're a cute little thing!"
next I knew there was a
screech of wildcats-
such screaming and scratch-
ing, wounded animal moans,
blood and ****. . .
I was drunk and in my
shorts. I tried to
seperate them and fell,
wrenched my knee. then
they were through the screen
door and down the walk
and out into the street.
squadcars full of cops
arrived. a police heli-
coptor circled overhead.
I stood in the bathroom
and grinned in the mirror.
it's not often at the age
of 55 that such splendid
things occur.
better than the Watts
riots.
the 34 year old
came back in. she had
****** all over her-
self and her clothing
was torn and she was
followed by 2 cops who
wanted to know why.
pulling up my shorts
I tried to explain.

7:30PM, October 9, 2015, 65*F, 10mph breeze, 5% humidity (somehow 10% where I was sitting), 50.0001% chance of rain, dark, cold, late, loud...I think that's enough. Alright! Spoiler alert, Birkston High won the game. If you simply have ears you've known that for a while (many of us who were at the game don't). All the people in Grenfolkshire were there, so there were some empty bleachers, but the Student section was full and lively, and did I say loud, because LOUD....! My ears were ringing (at a B8 note, for the musically overcurious people) for three days straight. I think it was a healthcare tactic, dare I say it. All those figurehead townspeople were there as well, like Mayor Arnofold Plattersbury with his orange jumpsuit, waving a pompom in the air like he just didn't care. Really, he didn't-I got whacked in the head with it eleven times. Recently, after taking a recent poll on the recent event, it was found that only about 35% of people really knew what happened, a number that has declined, recently. This very well is contributed to 1.) most of the people are there for the free food and don't exactly major in football 2.) teenagers are highly social creatures 3.) a bunch of hands in the air and six foot tall mammoths standing on the bleachers will tend to block the view of the people who are five foot small. The freshmen had a real problem on their heads. Nevertheless, the Wildcats found themselves with the bell for another year, whether they knew it or not. The Panthers found themselves nose-in-the-dirt, tail-dragging, while we found ourselves filing out like a herd of wild penguins onto the field.

Slang..
Chick-fil-a = the best place ever
jade = *****
brooke = gorgeous
mishin = the boss, as in “You aren’t the boss of me.”

We’re on vaycay. School is OVER, COVID is over. We’re in New York City and we’re doin’ the town this time. Lisa told me, “You showed me Paris last summer, now I’m going to show you New York City.” Her mom, Karen, smiled and gave a little sideways, “Yes, yes we ARE’ nod.

Leong and Sunny, two of my Yale roommates, and my BF Peter are staying in Lisa’s (parent’s) 50th floor Manhattan apartment for the week. The apartment is singularly stunning, with its all-glass views of Central Park and the city, but it only has five bedrooms - so we’re doubled up a bit.

One of the things that makes Manhattan chick-fil-a, is that the Broadway theaters are 15 minutes from Lisa’s door. You step out, whirl around Columbus Circle and you’re on Broadway! Minutes later, you’re in your seat, Oh, and don’t forget to get the cinnamon crusted almonds.

We saw ‘Bad Cinderella’ the night before last - that was only a ‘West End’ show (I’m learning to be a Broadway snob). Tonight, we’re going to see Hamilton. Last night, we saw ‘Hadestown.’ I didn’t know anything about ‘Hadestown,’ but Leeza (Lisa’s 13 year old sister) has seen it three times now.

We’d just finished lunch and Lisa started off a debate. “Is Orpheus (one of Hadestown’s leading characters, played by Reeve Carney) superhot - the hottest man alive - or is he the littlest jade ever?
“He’s brooke,” Leeza swooned dreamily, fanning her face as if it’s hot, “I’d definitely hit that.”
Lisa gasped, “shutUP, you aren’t “hitting” anyone.
Leeza’s been driving Lisa up-the-wall all morning. We had Pancakes and bacon for breakfast and Leeza’s been all rude and maple sugar buzzed ever since.
“You aren’t mushin,” Leeza snorted, and as Lisa gave her a threat-laden look, Leeza finished with, “that man can get it.”
I’ve seen this before - and these sisters are heading for it.

Leong adds “Orpheus sees a submissive woman in distress. What he thinks he sees, is a typically beautiful woman, by societal standards, who he knows nothing about - and he’s like, ‘I want to marry you.”
Sunny leaned into the conversation fiercely, saying, “He doesn’t KNOW her! Wouldn’t you just punch that guy in the face?”
“Probably,” I answered, laughing, “if he weren’t in a frigging MUSICAL!”

“Excuse me,” Lisa interrupts, “you’re telling me that this scene doesn’t perpetuate the idea that only looks matter?” As one of the most beautiful women in the WORLD, Lisa is sensitive to objectification.

Sunny adds, “One reason to cancel him - I assume we’re trying to cancel him now - is that he sees a woman in distress and says ‘that’s the one, the love of my life,’ - a beautiful woman who can’t survive on her own.”

“She didn’t need him,” I suggested, “he was a burden on her.”    
Peter, who’s been working away on his laptop, looked up and said, “I can’t tell if you’re joking.”

Leeza, snarked, “Then go back to your little coding.”
I think I gasped and Peter looked a little shocked.

When Lisa, who’d gotten up to get some ice, heard that comment from Leeza, she said, “THAT’S IT,” in a steely voice.

Leeza, who was sitting with her back to the kitchen on the huge white sectional, had a millisecond to look over before Lisa pounced on her. She came in from her backside rolling over onto Leeza, trying to cover her mouth.

Leong, and Sunny, who’d never seen these to wildcats at it before, squealed and flinched out of the way. Peter, an only child, found this delightful and hilarious. He burst out laughing with glee, as he too, cleared some space.

“You’re trying to silence me!” Leeza yelled, giggling and grabbing Lisa’s arms as they got into a full, sister wrestling, flailing ball of hair and arms. Rolling off the couch and onto the floor. “SHUT UP,” Lisa demanded at the top of her voice.
“She’s trying to silence me!” Leeza howled again, “I will not be silenced!” This match continued for a hot minute until Lisa got Leeza’s arms pinned with her knees.
“Apologize!” Lisa said, out of breath, as she began to ponytail her hair.

“Excuse me,” Leeza yelled, herself gasping for breath but trying to blow strands of her red hair out of her face and wiggle free. “I’d like my lawyer - get OFF me - you ******* Karen!”

When that doesn’t work Leeza starts yelling, “HELP, MOM, ****!!” at the top of her lungs.

Karen, on a laptop in a glass walled alcove just off the living room, had seen the whole everything. Folding down her laptop lid, she stuck her head out and said, “Girls.”

Then Michel, their dad, is in the doorway, “What are you two doing?” He asked softly.

The fight immediately broke up, Lisa and Leeza sheepishly disengaging. “Nothing,” they said, together in near perfect union. Lisa gave Leeza a wide-eyed, tilted head look and Leeza said, “I’m sorry Peter, I was only foolin’ around.”
“I know,” Peter replied, chuckling, “but it was worth it.”

Sunday - drum roll please - this Sunday (Mother’s day), we’re going to see Taylor Swift in concert.
On Monday, Peter and I jet off to Paris (and Saint-Tropez) for 10 days. He’ll get to meet my Grandmère and Uncle Remy - I’m SO hyped.

I’m squeezing a lot into the first three weeks of summer. My fellowship starts June 1st, and that’ll take all of June and July. I can’t wrap my head around being a junior next year. Where’s the time GONE?

when the demonic wildcats
go on a feeding frenzy
at the very center of my being
while I sleep, and, yet, have
been kindled fully aware,
I wait for the attack to intensify
because, at the very crescendo
of their out of control gnawing,
it is then that the voice of my guiding spirit
comes to the rescue: There is only one God,
is repeated, over and over

and from whichever stygian forest fire
they were sent, to attempt to possess me,
back there they always quickly fade
--
..Monday, Jan. 7, 2013..(C)2013 Spiros Zafiris
..NOTE: this poem is of similar theme as my
poem 'Another Demonic Episode', 2002/2010 versions
~~

You’re like Shia Lebeouf
you make my dreams come true
I could buy the whole world if I had a small loan of a million dollars
every time I thought about you

Heart eyes *******
Who is she?
You’re all of my business
So what to do with all this tea?

Such romance much feels
You stole my heart when I put it up for grabs
wow
You make my head spin like Mr. Krabs

4/20 blaze it
It’s Easter you praise it
Cows they graze it
The world, you never cease to amaze it

You make me happier than women eating salads in stock photos
Like birdie sanders you make my heart feel the bern
The bread sticks will stay on the table
I don’t want to leave immediately with the way you make my heart yearn

you’re always   on my team, WHAT TEAM? WILDCATS!
Together we’re pretty lit
You say “I can fix that”
So please. Just do it.

The noise beyond the roaring city bustle
The cars
Harsh blaring horns
Frogs croaking in a pond
The whippoorwill its sad call
Solitary
Quite forlorn

Crickets talking in a  secret rhythmic language
Bats fluttering eyes shining
Left to right
Snakes wiggle across cold ground
Wildcats scream calling
Into a eerie starlight sky

Silver speckled fish leap out of the water
Splashing
Continuous  ripples
For the winged bug in flight
Armadillos root for their food
Having sufficient but limited sight  
The owl swoops into predatory dive
In its sharp claws his meal clutched tight
These are creatures of the darkness
The unique musical sounds of the night



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"Two dead fieldmice, rigid as boards,
"Two suppurating corpses of foot-and-mouth sheep,
"Two fat vultures, their gobs choked with putrid carrion,
"Two flea-infested, plague-ridden rats,
"Two rabid wolves, drooling jowls dripping with lethal froth,
"Two cancerous wildcats, eyes shrieking out in agony,
"Two squashed pet dogs, breed unknown,
"Two mangy, skinny, louse-covered buffalo,
"Two ****-sodden pigs rotten with unspeakable internal disorders...."
The list seemed endless as each page revealed a fresh useless horror.

Noah turned to his supplier, the swarthy Ike, and said:
"Vot for you should bring me this load of dreck already, you putz?
"******* like this I don't vant for my Ark, yet!
"Better quality I can get from Rueben Rosenberg any day, already"

"Rueben's shut on Saturdays, my dear" said Ikey,
Looking a bit uncomfortable and sweating under his skullcap.

Scattered thoughts
Escape the pen
Of reason.

All along a
Sinuous trail
Is laid,
Snail slimed,

Easily followed
Yet utterly devoid
Of meaning.

One day
Focus
Shall gimlet point

To the core
Of snail shell,
Fractal,

Shall return
Wildcats to the
Source-

To the reason
For thinking-

For...

The wind and wild hounds of hell
Howl in unison
Over a desolate landscape.
Only a handful of us
Remain
Survivors of a cataclysm
That almost wiped out
The whole human race.

Now grand lady nature is taking back
Everything she ever lost
Or was robbed of.
Ivy, vines and other creepers
Clamber over the crumbling concrete castles
That once were our homes.

Roads crack asunder:
Cleaving city ravines where subways
Have collapsed –
New rivers for new times.

Angkor Wat has nothing on this:
City after city
Lost in tangled jungle.
Animal pets run wild,
Mating with wolves and wildcats
And God knows what,
To add to their strength.

Where nuclear power plants exploded
Unattended by humankind,
All is winter desolation,
Yet even there Nature is fighting back,
Reclaiming her grounds
Inch by inch.

Take a closer look at all these lands:
Nature is now flourishing:
Free of pollution
Carbon emissions
And Global Warming
Caused by “Man”.

The world has lost its top predator
And destroyer.
Meerkats and monkeys are the brightest now
Or maybe dolphins.
Dogs and cats are quite smart too.
But all in all
The world is so much better:
A vernal Paradise
For all
Except Humanity.

Paul Butters

© PB 21\12\2020. For Norman Stevens.

Beneath the Coral Sea, located nearly two miles down,
A submersible was sent to search, and the Lexington was found.
The ship known as “the Lady Lex” had been rent by shot and shell.
For four long days she stayed in the fight until the final bell.

Two hundred and sixteen of her crew went down with her all told.
Internal fires burned white hot and ran out of control.
Scattered about the mighty Lex, her wildcats by the score,
these fighters, built by Grumman, have seen the last of war.

Men Die, Steel rusts, and memories fade of battles gone before.
Her struggle becomes legend and she enters into lore.
It is a watery grave she found beneath the Coral Sea.
But her brave crew and pilots made her mark in history.
The Japanese had been repulsed from fair New Guinea’s shore.
Within a month Midway would mark the turning point of war.

Could someone please reach up an unscrew the moon
Hush the curs and the coyotes , the 'werewolves' and the
loons  ..                                                    ­                                                         Blackout the neighbors , the katydids and wildcats , the rabble and the riffraff
Will you please hide the bulb and let a poor man nap* ...

Gonna have to find a job
But I want no more to teach

What I really want to do
Is throw the football on the beach

I have delivered pizzas
Made coffee, bagels, tea

Cooked bread at Moby ****'s
Tutored Koreanly

What's next I don't know
I wait out corona

Mark is still my friend
He still remembers Kevin Blazona

I often think of Alex too
He's in Tucson, Arizona

The kymatology of your Gypsy amberjacked offended Federal Reserve Peyton Manning 5477 Yard degree **** Clark Tromboning like a Bandstand Grandstand Disguisean “Move it Move it” NSFW Music Video Flute Love in your Miles in the Stratosphere High Saturday Night Fever Moaning Intoxication in the Highest Heaven as your Deep Dish “Offing to Chic So Long Ago” Way out West remixed Egypt Pharoah Spells on the penetralia of my scrivello Elephant Slim Shady wholesome heart-thumping **** Cheney humpback Wall Street (1987) vibing latex roughshod strike-slip Outback Steakhouse kangaroo pouched galloping “Rimbaud Eyes” drooling with mascara Wedding Gown steam veiled by umbril Umbrellas Euphoric Jolt “Kicking in the Beat IT” regatta analogies fail is foolproof House of the Rising Sun Dr. House Inside Man Grand Central Terminal FDR “Harry Potter Business” revving you like a sleek Mercedes Benz Orange Julius Slurpee Occasion “crack shotting” Wild Wild West bumping “college dorm room” Business keen with your strongest acumen about licking my fingers in Coca Cola Mariani Wine hugging you so hard you sweat Midas vibes until the Traffic Jam in Your Seismotic Headbutt causes Greyhounds everywhere to get Flat Tires because of Roswell Style beyond stylish swirling like twirled ******* intertwined in impregnating engaged strangers following me lazily like Wizards chasing “Press Hop Part 2” NORAD pedigree Reindeereing your Coziest Christmas ***** whale as I “******* dolphrin” divinity Titanic Sinking Boston Massacre Fancy seven-mile corridor in Striptease ***** Dancing Torpedos against The Blockade by Fredo Fidel’s Fidelity to Flashbang Grenada Terpsichorean “Anti-Ducks” Ducking Your Juicy Slapstick Coy Fulgurant Soporific Benzene Paper Ring Oneiromantic Vitamultin Shock-and-Awesome Vibrant Fizzgig TNT Nuclear Freeze Frosty ICE Age whimsical Huxley Noble Savagery on your slurm-gasping flippant headflipping nose-pierced suffocating trampoline Stamp Act Insurrection against the Hercules Of my Mythos Magnified scorching Black Hole Sun holes so deep into your conscience you surrender The War of the Roses just to Behead Henry VIII For being a Twix PSY-Op Because he Couldn’t be a Daddy like an Excellent Iron Maiden “Royal Ugly Dude” too pissy that Queeny Love couldn’t give him a Diet Squirt on a Luxury Pirate Ship Headed to the Bermuda Triangle To ******* Amelia Earheart with Cal Ripken Longevity going Mach 3 into An Optative Plumb and Plumber McCain in the Membrane Asscrack Romance with A Beautiful Stranger rather than a Beautiful Mind Decorated for Christmas thousands of years before you were even borne of Goddesses malingering  ******* ironclad ramshackle Barry Bonds 73rd Home Run Frenzies into Beam Brooked Swampy “*** With Yourselves” Cattaneo Style In Heaven blasting cracklepop flippant rinkomaniac Gilmore Girls ******* Hasek Almighty Notorious brawling Yessir Sizzling Yassir Arafat Terrorism on windlasses winterkilled Cheyenne Coyote Howls of stark poetic stranded wilderness of livid lurid passionate MAGLEV Train *** darting at your bullseye Eye of the Tiger “You Can Tell A Woman’s Girl All Time Will Stalk” Because I’m always your Apollo G to the Answer to your Recursive Hot N Cold Hudson Bay Halifax Supersonic Durantula And One Professor Lewinskies a Cigar-Shaped UAPs yet Identified until we ******* the Federal Reserve Until A Vinegaroon Mothership Alien of the Century Bursts Cold as Ice until Drop Dead Gorgeous Janie Briggs Stops Vibrating Birthday Cakes in Front of the Clergy And Michael Bays the East Compton Wildcats Because it Lowers the Bar So Low Randy Newman Cracks Dependable Petroleum unleashing Xenu’s DC-8s flying out of the “Smack Bottom” of the Mariana Trench and Nicki Minaj’s Parody of White and Nerdy Goes Triple Diamond as we Ski on a Double Blackface Full ****** Steep ***** of Affair and Hockley Takes His Forty Fifth Notch and Supermans up on that *** and Says “It’s Payday Boys” “Ahhh Leave the ****** Dead!” and then US more then Them Catapults His *** Until He Has A Flesh Wound Jan Johnston Remix Until I Whipped Cream that Moisty *** ***** And Tell Him to Get his Crass Flimsy *** Back Down There And Then a Big Lebowski Kingpin Says “I’m Not a Chicken You’re a Turkey” and then Hockley (Yes the Same Hockley I am Dissing in this Draft) (The Wife Beater Domineering **** that Tried to Get Rose Dawson to Commit Suicide that Tried to **** the King of the World and Resulted in his Death Because He Scared Him Downstairs on the Titanic so he would get Hypothermia Faster Not Referring or Even Insinuating in the Slightest Way Any Known World Leader Including Xi who Deep Down is a Good Person but the CCP Forced His Hand because of Internal Politics and Benjamin Netanyahu has the right to be angry about Campbells Soup and the world turning Muslim) Gets Abducted by the Teenage Ninja Mutant Turtles Having a Threeway with Alicia Chilianis and her even Sexier Clone in Heaven Watching him Get Rick Rolled by Kevin Hart’s 50 Tyson Video Until He Jerks off to Drumline After 3 Days After Saying Your “Gonna Have to Tie to me to a Tree” Jacking Off to Clerks 2 until Alanis Morrisette Descends on A Twirling Teleporting UFO Glistening in Pure Gold Like a Taco that Craps Ice Cream Using The Almighty Power of the Wizards of the Forest Transfigured by "Ol Smithy" The Greatest Pioneer "Just A Simple Blacksmith"s Ascent to Heaven Shape Shifting into Morgan Freeman with Seven Fingers as he Floats into Eteranal Salvation So Loud It Makes Twin Pines Mall Go Deaf Dumb and Blind While they are Playing Pinball and Drooling Over Coloring Books until Jagged Little Pills Laugh So Loud They Bro Down to the Qwersy Slum Tenement in the New Jersey that Needs a New Mascot! because Manbearpig has been exterminated by Al Capone’s Moonwalking Black Vitiligo Clone Shamoning “He He He” as He Does the Chris Tucker C4 Dance on the Castro District. Although Katy Kat You Know I Speak in Jest just to entertain your “Wildest Dreams” even if they are too wild to “Cherish” but because of Majestic 12 Thieves that seek to **** and destroy while I try to bring life in abundance (John 10:10) but I’ll play tender with your crystal heart gleaming brighter then Sirius zig-zag zooming blossom autumnal carapace endeavor at light speed like a Jimmy Neutron Star gaggled by Dexter’s Laboratory minatory Minotaur Understanding in a Car Crash exploding into Champagne Recursive Heavens of Hourglass Light of Love more than Lust Sprawling Sprauncy Sauna Steamboat Springs Down Under Safari Chewbacca Persiflage Gangbanging Jest and Jovial Trivial Pursuit Masterclass Seminal Salt-n-Peppa Progressive Lampoons Rustier than Frank Sinatra sobbing at GEICO’S Pinocchio Sarcastically Telling Him He Will Amount to Nothing More than an Andre Malek Fable Until You Cream Eidetic Daydreams Livid Everlong Warbled Spavined Cackles Too Tall for Indiana Jones But King Kong Ain’t Got Nothing on the Hung Sing-Sing Presley Cash Art Heist Brosnan Strawberry Swisher Jealousy Spartled Like a Jabberwocky Werewolf Suing Ted McKensie for Malpractice for Sweeping the Golden Globes And Chousing Him Even on the Days He Was a Wolf Because of Morrisette Duplicity in Nashville Dovetailed White Supremacists Cackling as Chapelle Tries to Do A Backflip on a Steamroller on a Short Bus Ramp trying to Jump 50 Blacks Like The Schwarz Dark Helmet Dared Him to Ghost Ride so that Terry Crew’s Induction to the KKK Flops Worse than Star Trek Beyond Vagisil Speed Bump ****** Hero Randy Marsh Magic Mormon Underpants Doing “Dance, Dance” Revolution Number 9 on Quaaludes Like Jonah Hill Torched by The End is Your Only Friend But Somewhere I Read About the Freedom of Assembly For Martin Luther King Jr. to **** The Adolf Butler Impostor Jackstaff Pretender QOSA White Guy That Ruined Miami Cuz “That Guy Robbed a B.I.G. Hospital, and I heard he had A ***** Stamp Too, I’m Like You’ve Gotta Be ******* Me But Check This Out Man The King of Austin Hill Judge Should be Like Guilt like Gravity Peace” (Think Bee Gees 1/12/2003 and Bill Paxton's Botched Heart Surgery) But Insane Clone Posse Galvanized by Oranges Peach Pears and Syringes Sexier When Godsmack Ain’t Pulling An Ice JJ Fish Celebrity **** Crash On Your Clairvoyant Spongy Bobstay Apple Pie Mushroom Blossom Sunflower Tears of Pure Bliss and Rapture of Pearly Whites Flirting With the Bounds of Heaven and Earth to Expand to Accommodate the Exodus of Purgatory into Heaven And We Got A Hummer Broadway Sleepless in Seattle Limousine To The Opening of New Shock-and-Awesome Jolting Luxury Salvation Canopied Forested Lush Condos On The Periphery Of Heaven As “There Was No More Sea”, And at that Moment We Clutched So Tightly We Were Willing To Die With A Smile Just To Witness Spangled Plenary Flapdoodle Fastuous Velivolant Hookipa Beach Until Your by PSY kickbacks Soar You Like a Kite Dodger Ducking Caledon’s Trigger Finger Envy As We Michael Phelps with your American Thighs and My Dolphin Tipped Gerald Sarcasm Fording the Red Sea it To Brazil And Party Like “Were Already Dead” on Copacabana Carnival Jellyfish Dinosauric Fossil Ampitheaters Thriving on “This is How We Do It” Abnegation Twisted Tea Long Island Montauk Project Radial Waves of Seismotic Euphoria Pulsating Through Time in Space Enchanting Distant Alien Civilizations until the End of Time and Space Groundhog Daying Until The Heavens Sigh Their Last Gasp of Joy Above and Beyond All Expectations Lived Over and Over Again As Partners Who Howl With the Devotion of the World’s Most Compassionate Pug Touched by an Angel Gazing into the Heart and Soul of True Love Zoomieing Around For 20 Minutes After I See You in My Soul Face to Face (No Song Intended) For the First of Many Times Cheering You On At Every Concert and Dancing Like Francois Dubois Packed up and Ready to Finally Ride Those Harleys in Hawaii on Our Most Special Electric Fortnight Because it Was Always My Teenage Dream to Have A Girl as Precious as You to Hold Close at Night And Glissade into Bliss at the Fireside Tabletop Mountaintop And Mine Eyes Have Seen Almost No One in World History as **** as Your Gestalt Rorsarch Impression on my Heart and I am desperate for any excuse in the world to choose you as my Queen!

From domestic cats to wildcats I love them all. From the very big to the very small. The Very fluffy ones, to the ones with no hair at all. They come in all shapes and sizes. Some give you love while others give you miceies as surprises.  Some cats have cattitude, some are quiet as a mouse. You may be the owner, but they have the run of the house. Whether They are family or friend. They will love you unconditionally to the very end.