Out of the mew

Some wear overly rainbowed

Way up on fish pale thighs

Theirs, a land it pays to beware of, that with a pebbled sky.

Some wear overly lame bows as blue as cat’s eyes.

And dream their daring outfits won’t seem only a brain fry.

“Dorothy had ruby slippers. Is a ruby encrusted collar really too much to ask?” (© image)

Someday I’ll dish upon a star,

And wake up where mouses are

Cuddled all around me.

Where catnip grows in my window box

Away from dog nose sniffing it up

That’s where you’ll find me.

Better dimple skies than dimpled thighs.(© image)

Somewhere outside the widow, fluffy birds fly by

Birds fly outside the window screen

Why then, oh, why can’t I?

If happy little fluff can fly

Beyond the garish human summer wear –

Then why, oh, why can’t I?

I am RC Cat and I approve this message.

“Wait until Christmas and ask Santa and, maybe, the elves? Yes, well, we’ll see about that. Jeweled tributes are not just for holidays”(© image)