I have been feeling a little poetic today. I really wanted to write a love poem for beautiful Fiona but, sadly, my ego just couldn't muster the words. So, I shall revert to form and write about the one I love the most:
How Do I Love Me?
How do I love Me? Let me count the ways.
I love me to the width and girth and height
My paws can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and Royal grace
I love me to the level of everyday's
Most noisy need, by steak and candlelight.
I love me freely, as cats strive for rights;
I love me purely, as I turn towards praise.
I love me with a passion put to use
In my long claws , and with my kittenhood's faith.
I love me with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost hoo ha's, I love me with the purrs,
Smiles, yowls, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love me better after supper.
Fiona, I can't love any cat as much as I love myself. It is the Meezer in me. You, however, come a VERY close second. I hope you understand.
HRH Yao-Lin xx
Thursday, 21 June 2007
Thursday Thirteen - A Poem
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A very close second, in your case, is probably very good indeed. Fiona is a lovely gerl, we'z glad dat yoo are returning her feelings.
Yao-lin I understand because any cat as purrfect as you should love themself very much. You are one awesome mancat!
Momma thinks somewhere in my kitty bloodline I may be a meezer, I am tall, skinny, sleek & have high cheek bones, not to mention I don't take crap from noone! So perhaps our love is destiny?
Your very truly,
Fifi
Oh that is very sweet! I think its so romantic, especially for a meezer.
Kaze
wowie.
This is a very very affectionate sentiment
<3
Yao-Lin that was the funniest poem I have ever read! And see, Fiona understands.
Yao-lin that must haf taken a soopreem effert to love Fiona neerly as much as yerself. She must feel furry onnerd.
I am so touched that I'm choked up - oh, the beauty of how you love yourself!
How lucky Fiona is!
Hehe Yao-Lin! Even tho you say you love yourself more....c'mon, no mancat can be complete without his ladylove to admire his perfection!!
;)
~Casey
aw, that is sweet. knowing how much you love yourself, a close second is amazing. i'm just an exalley cat former feral so my brandi will always be on a pedistal to me. i agree with casey, no mancat, even a meezer isn't complete without his lady love and fiona is a sweet little thing.
Wowie, that'sa super great poem! You oughtta call it one of your Sonnets from the Siamese, hehehe!!
I think you and little Fiona are a really neat-o couple. Y'know, my sistur Dorydoo, my sleek black sistur, looks a lot like Fi, and I think Dorydoo must have some Meezer in her, too.
Kittyhugs and purrs from MaoMao!
You tried, YRH, you tried.
now that's a great poem!
Oi, achei teu blog pelo google tá bem interessante gostei desse post. Quando der dá uma passada pelo meu blog, é sobre camisetas personalizadas, mostra passo a passo como criar uma camiseta personalizada bem maneira. Até mais.
Yao-lin, that was an excellent poem. I'm sure that Fiona will understand.
You are a true, royal Meezer.
I've tagged you for a meme - stop by my blog to find out more!
I understand! I feel the same way! No one can ever compete with my love for myself either!
So sweet you little budding love with Fiona - how did that get started???
Gosh, we didn't know you had a "thing" for Fiona! She is quite the beauty isn't she? You can consider yourself one lucky guy.
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