Thursday Thirteen - A Poem

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