A Cockamamie Story

I once saw a Clowder of Cats,
Some, wearing cool Cowboy hats.
They had all gotten loose,
From the big red Caboose,
That sold them to get rid of rats.

I saw the list of “C words” this afternoon and I couldn’t resist. I tried to get fancy and make the image like folk art, since cats are popular in that genre, but I ran out of steam and it’s not quite there. I don’t think I have the patience for the details I had in mind.

I said that I was going to take this “Blogging Through the Alphabet” slow… and I really meant it… but I started the cat poem earlier today and I couldn’t get it out of my head. It was time to let it go and move on.

One final thing I wanted to share. I’m extremely grateful this time of the year. In a few days… I’ll be hitting my 9 year mark. I’ve been in the alcohol free zone for 3,285 days. Amazing Grace, that’s all I can say.

Anyway, I think that’s all for now. Thank you for viewing or reading… I hope you enjoyed my Cheeky poem (I hope that wasn’t a Catachresis – “the incorrect usage of a word“).

I’ll see you around soon (or maybe not so soon) for the letter D.
-Janet