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Tuesday, May 12, 2026

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May 12 is National Limerick Day!

Here are a few that I made up using a limerick-creating app, which I've promptly forgotten:

 Henry
There once was a cat named Henry,  
Whose whiskers were long and quite fancy.  
He’d pounce on a mouse,  
Then lounge in the house,  
A feline both bold and so dandy!

Da Boyz
Two black cats, twins sleek and sly,
In moonlight would prowl and then fly.
With eyes gleaming bright,
They vanished from sight—
Mischief kings under night’s velvet sky!

Eastside Cats
There once were some Eastside Cats,
Who lounged on their sunny mats.
With whiskers so bright,
They purred through the night,
And chased all the neighborhood rats.

An additional bit of comedy in the Irish vein:


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Henry Update:


Our dear boyo has had diarrhea for too long, so off we went to the vet's office Monday morning.

He's been lethargic too, so we made additions to his med routine:

New antibiotic (on order).
Return to daily steroids.
Fiber supplement.

Weighed in at 10.68 lbs; he was 9.16 lbs on April 20. 👍🏻
He put up a fight getting into that crate, which I always take as a good sign! 👍🏻
Follow-up vet visit in a month. 👍🏻

Henry is a trooper, and although he hid under the dresser when first home again, he reappeared after only a short while, ate everything (including his new fiber supplement), and asked for brushies, which he most certainly received.

Someone managed to wrench her back while loading that carrier, and a nice late afternoon out-of-nowhere nap with The H Man snugged up against was just the ticket!

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Let's Hop!



Monday, May 12, 2025

Limerick

World Limerick Day is celebrated on May 12th, as it marks the birthday of Edward Lear, born on May 12, 1812. 

Lear is widely considered the father of the modern limerick, thanks to his enormously popular Book of Nonsense, published in 1846.

Tried to write my own limerick but failed miserably, so here are a few I found online:

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My dear little tabby named Tippy,

Found a box that was just itty bitty,

She knew she could fit

And determined to sit,

Her success was exceedingly iffy.

By Catherine MacLeod

 By I iz cat
By Edward Lear

Am visiting my dear friend Erica in Courtenay, on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.

Ocean views, mountains, scenic vistas at every turn, and a special little lady:

Sweet Pea!

The Hubby is taking excellent care of Da Boyz and Henry.