The Purple Picky Kitty Eater

There was a little kitty cat,
No feline could be sweeter.
She purred and did good cat-like things
But was a picky eater.



This cat preferred the types of foods
That came in shades of violet
And when fed foods less purple
She would howl and be un-quiolet.



Blackberries were her entrees
And those 'taters from Peru,
Eggplants, plums and rotkohl
With some boysenberry stew.



Green beans that were purple,
Plummy basil and some taro,
Which she chased with sun-kissed ripened grapes
That she stole from a sparrow.



And then one day it came to pass
(As we all feared it would)
She turned a shade of purple
(Though on her it looked quite good.)



You'll find her on this eyeglass chain
With beads in all her hues.



Just hope she doesn't change her mind
And switch to foods chartreuse.

For Your Glasses

And when you get them, you can hold them with this...



... which you can get here.

Superstitious Aloysius

A little fun from Shel Silverstein... and an eyeglass chain for those who know how lucky black cats are.





If you are superstitious you'll never step on cracks.
When you see a ladder you will never walk beneath it.
And if you ever spill some salt you'll thrown some 'cross your back,
And carry' round a rabbit's foot just in case you need it.




You'll pick up any pin that you find lying on the ground,
And never, never, ever throw your hat upon the bed,
Or open an umbrella when you are in the house.
You'll bite your tongue each time you say
A thing you shouldn't have said.





You'll hold your breath and cross your fingers
Walkin' by a graveyard,
And number thirteen's never gonna do you any good.





Black cats will all look vicious, if you're superstitious,
But I'm not superstitious (knock on wood).

Quest for Glasses

I cannot find my glasses.
I can't find them anywhere.
I felt around the table
And I reached beneath the chair.



They weren't by the kitchen sink
Or in the Frigidaire.
And if want to scan the stove
I'll need the second pair.



Alas they did not show up
In the dish rack or the blender
Where I feared I may have dropped them
On a Margarita bender.



They weren't on the nightstand
Nor were they in the shower.
I cannot find them although
I've been looking for an hour.



At last, in blind frustration
I sat down on my bed
And went to tear my hair out
When I found them on my head.



So this NEVER can happen to you, here's a chain.  (For your glasses.  Not for you.)

Kitties and Cream

Kitty cats and cream



Go well with morning coffee.



Now read the paper.




Can't find your glasses?  They're right here.