Cat Haiku Challenge

White whiskered boogie
Hustle and jive for kibble
The house cat shuffle

A soft paw tap dance
Fat cat knows the cha cha cha
Tango with the dog


View from my desk

Writing poetry
Is microchipping your soul
She’ll find a way home



Yeah, yeah…I know everyday is a gift, but some days are giftier than others.

65*F and sunny on Jan. 31 is a gift the dog and I accepted wholeheartedly, and out the door we went.

Shasta and I went for a walk at Pinson Mounds State Archaeological Park.

While walking the nature trail, I was trying to smell something.

I crumpled a handful of leaves.

Then it dawned on me that I had a better smeller than me along.


I got down on my hands and knees.
“What is this trail like for Shasta,” I wondered.



If snorting, slobbering and panting have any bearing on the degree of olfactory sensitivity, well, then, Shasta has it going on.

I sniffed.
I tried not to snort or slobber.
I still do not know what sort of scents she may have encountered on the trail.

Yet I do know what she smells right now…home.