Light travels too fast
In a twinkling of an eye
Morning has arrived
Shhh, Hank is sleepwinking, Pam L.
Friday Haiku: A Wink of Sleep
April 27, 2012 By
Light travels too fast
In a twinkling of an eye
Morning has arrived
Shhh, Hank is sleepwinking, Pam L.
Poor thing. Looks like he’s only getting 15 hours of sleep everyday!
Scandalous! That’s well below the recommended minimum of 22 hours per day.
“Tsk, tsk.”
This is how I feel every morning when the alarm goes off.
I love your screenname, Hagrid.
I peek through one eye
To see if you are still there
Shoo! I need my rest.
My Thoughts every morning when Lilac is taping me with her paw to tell me it is time for her first breakfast of the morning!
That may be where hobbits got the idea….
Kittyadventures, I know it was a typo (been there, done that many times), but I got a vision of your cat applying duct tape to your face. Considering your screen name, perhaps that isn’t so far-fetched?
peenk nose peenk toebean
marmie boys are the bestest
for any season
“Morning has broken, like the
first mo-or-or-ning.”
Thank you, Cat Stevens
amen.
or, alternatively,
Thank you, Yusuf Islam.
“amin”.
Or, Thank you, Eleanor Farjeon, who wrote the words to this Children’s hymn in 1931.
can I get a HALLELUJAH to Jackie Rose?? !!! AWESOMEness!!!
Hallelujah!
[raises hands to ceiling]
“Hank-elujah, Haaaaank-elujah, hankelujah, hankelujah….”
Is it the 80s?
I’m doing the Safety Dance!
Men Without…Cats?…Hats??
And we can dress real
Neat from our hats to our feet:
That’s the safety dance!
Awww, Hank is gorgeous! Before he drifts back to dream land, I must just boop his nose very gently. -booooop-
Indeed!
While you boop the pink part, I’ll just rub the back of one finger all up and down the furry light orange part . . . .
I have a ‘thing’ for looooong cat noses, and Hank just might hold the world’ record!
It’s a deal, Juno! Theresa, you want to take on the chin and cheek rubs?
Me too! Love them long-nosed kitties!
If I had to guess, I’d say it looks like Hank is sleeping smack in the middle of the kitchen table.
Well, of course; cats traditionally sleep in the most inconvenient places.
Inconvenient to whom, pray? Cats sleep in what are the most convenient places, and the most comfortable, to them, and whenever they want to. It’s written into their contract, didn’t you know?
exposed SNORGLING AXIS available — I”M GOIN’ IN, COACH !!!!
*Nyyyyyyyyyyyyyyarrrrrm* [diving jet sound]
*gets first aid kit ready, just in case*
good lookin’ out, v
Wait for me, Fird Birfle
Knowing his name is Hank is enough to make my loff heem. Poor kitteh, expected to wake up every single morning!
I, too, love the name “Hank” for a cat.
To sleep—perchance to dream. Ay, and give me a rub on my tummy!
For in that sleep— what dreams may come,
Dreams of Mice and Birds, and little bits and bobs of string and ribbon to chase
These dreams Must give us paws!
Catspear… the one and only, in his rousing play “Hamsterlet”
:::With appologies to Shakespear
:::
*standing ovation*
*standing next to victoreia and clapping*
No apologies needed. Brava!! Now there’s a whole big claque clapping.
the phrase “give us paws!” made my day
Look at me I’m so Pretty, I’m so Pretty.
He looks how I feel
Every marmie morning.
I need more Hank-shu’s!
W00T!
Hank would like a do-over on yesterday, please. I think he went on a bender.
Rendered speechless — my addled brain can only think “SMOOCH NOSE! AND TUMMY! NOW!”
Haiku: “How to sleep”. By Hank. (ahem)
My whiskers are bent
My nose is ever so pink
My paw shades my eyes.
Bravo!!!!!
Oh man, what a night.
Did I embarrass myself?
I don’t remember.