Please Don’t Eat the Ribbons, Cat!
Why is it that our little cat thinks
Christmas ribbons are strands of pasta?
then upon imbibing those splashy links
and discov’ring they’re actually plastic and nasty
hurls them up in neat little piles
of multicolored holiday bile
With a cack-cack-cack she puts them all back
then up she goes and eats some more
Because it seems her reasoning powers
are not as fully developed as ours
And yet sometimes I must admit
I want to kill her just a bit
“Why do you do this, kitty?” I shout
although I know I’ll never know
’cause I’m the clueless one no doubt
So allow me to wrap this up with a bow
as she trots down the hall
all whisk’ry and bright
Merry Cat-mess to all
and to all a good night!”
Note: The above poem is a revised version of “Please Don’t Eat the Ribbons,” written when our little cat Misha was still with us. I’d gladly clean up every jolly mess just to have her back again!
Fun – and so relatable. I have a cat who thinks all the ribbons are his!
Merry Christmas to you and with the memory of Misha! (I like the “cack-cack-cack” sound.)
My cat EVE – one hundred percent!! 🐈⬛🎄🙏
Love it.
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Haha. “Merry Cat-mess”. Lol.
Hahaha! Tying a cat up with the Christmas light WILL stop them from eating the ribbons. Just hope he/she doesn’t eat the string between the lights. It might short out a breaker and fry the cat‼️
Love it. Years ago my then neighbor was visiting in my apartment with her cat. She (the cat) was rather quiet for a while. By the time I noticed her, she had eaten a good deal of my favorite cassette tape. That was fun trying to pull that out of her! Needless to say, I never heard that tape again.
This is so relatable, Mitch. Several days before Christmas we thought we would buy some cat grass to help stop our cat Mo from eating ribbons, the plastic imitation pine needles off the Christmas tree and even the bristles off the broom.
All went well initially. He merrily had his first chomp and was one happy cat. Then he kept coming back until I had to take the grass off him to save it from complete destruction and hopefully to regrow it.
He was not happy. But an hour later he brought it all up – job done.