Thursday, July 18, 2019

Thoroughly Poetic Thankful Thimble Thursday

Whew. We've made it to Thursday. Shall we reward ourselves with a tad bit of rhyming?

Indeed, today is the day of Angel Sammy's Thoroughly Poetic Thursday challenge. As always, our host shared a photo prompt to inspire the poets hiding inside all of us. The prompt of the week is this cute albeit slightly messy one here:

The first thing this image reminded me of was, believe it or not, Lady and the Tramp. There's nothing like a good ol' serving of spaghetti to bring to mind the most iconic scene in that animated film. I decided to use that general concept to do a little play on words and to inspire some semblance of a poetic storyline. What resulted was this strangeness here:

Baby and the Champ

Baby loved nothing more than sitting in the highchair.
After all, that's when and where food appeared out of thin air.
There was just one problem with those times of good food,
And that was the visitor who always showed up to ruin the mood.

When food appeared in front of Baby,
Brought over by the household lady,
Baby could do nothing but smile,
Especially since dinner was spaghetti that went on for miles.

But then Baby remembered the risk,
The creature that might show up quite sudden and brisk.
The man of the house called this creature the Champ.
That name was really quite an accurate stamp.
This Champ never failed to win himself a plate of food,
Whether it belonged to Baby or those of the Champ's own brood.

Baby moved to dig a hand into the plate of spaghetti,
Knowing good and all things would get delicious and messy.
But before Baby could taste even one little bite,
The highchair moved and gave Baby quite a fright.

Baby knew exactly what that meant.
Baby knew that the Champ had made the ascent.
Onto the highchair that Champ had made the leap,
Without as much as even the quietest peep.

That's exactly how the Champ had earned that very name.
That is, Champ knew that winning was a stealthy, silent game.
Baby slowly turned around and looked up.
Indeed, hovering above was Champ, clearly ready to sup.

Fuzzy and orange, the one known as Champ eyed the plate of spaghetti.
Whiskered and with a long, flicking tail, Champ was ready.
A paw of orange fur buzzed past Baby's head,
Snatching up a meatball and eating it deader than dead.
Then Champ did the same to a clawful of noodles,
Gulping them down in a manner quite graphic and brutal.

Baby tried to cover the plate of delicious food.
It sure would be nice to eat without an interruption so rude.
The household Champ didn't take the hint,
Or didn't care, because that seemed more like it.
Ignoring Baby's request for a quiet meal,
Champ reached in another paw and continued to scrumptiously steal.

Baby huffed and squealed, "Really, now, enough is enough!"
The resulting look on the opponent's face made Baby feel far less tough.
"Can't we share?" Baby more politely babbled to the orange Champ.
Tomato sauce clung to the whiskers of the furry, thieving scamp.
"Hear me out," Baby babbled in another plea.
"I've devised a plan for us both to have some, you see."

Champ hissed and let out a grunt.
At least the fuzzy fiend then mewed a little less blunt.
Baby sensed that the time to explain was short,
And so sorting words and food became its own timed sport.

Baby said, "See that lady over there in the kitchen?
With me, she seems really quite smitten.
If I scream and holler and pour tears down my face,
She'll run right on over and adjust what's on my plate."

Baby then gave a grand demonstration,
And the lady in the kitchen scurried over without hesitation.
Baby squalled and blubbered until the woman got the hint.
It was when more food was heaped on the plate that Baby stopped the fit.

Indeed, on the plate was now a great big meal fit for a king.
There was enough food for Baby and Champ to share equally.
Believe it or not, that became the daily norm.
Baby would pitch a fit and a storm,
Until the plate was heaped with more and more.
From that day on, Baby and Champ lived and dined in harmony,
Their meals filled with good food, giggles, and a side of purring.


Now, of course, it's time for Thimble and her Thankfuls.

Can you tell what Thimble's thankful for? She's quite fond of her favorite windows in the house, the summer views they currently provide, and of course her adorable face.

What's more, and as always, we're all beyond grateful for all of you! This blogging community is like none other. A special thank you to Brian of Brian's Home for hosting Brian's Thankful Thursday Blog Hop each week!


And now we have for you the fill-in statements for tomorrow's Friendly Fill-Ins challenge. Ellen of 15andmeowing came up with the first two, and I came up with the second two.

1. I have been contemplating _________.

2. I want to _________ a _________ about _________.

3. People should worry less about _________ and more about _________.

4. I want to make the world a better place by _________.

We'll see you tomorrow, friends!

Did you know?
Did you know that the creator of cartoon cat Garfield, Jim Davis, bestowed upon Garfield his very own fondness for lasagna? Most of us probably know a thing or two about the famous orange cartoon cat known as Garfield, including the funny feline's chronic desire for lasagna. Jim Davis has said in at least one interview that he himself is a fan of lasagna, and so he thought he'd share that with his cartoon cat creation. Jim Davis also commented in an interview that many people have expressed to him that their own cats like lasagna as well.

The above being said, whether cats show an interest in lasagna because they smell meat or for a different reason altogether, it's important to remember that lasagna probably isn't all that healthy for a kitty to consume. Tomato sauces used in lasagna very likely contain garlic and other potentially dangerous ingredients. The acidity of tomato itself could potentially also pose a problem, just to name one more lasagna concern for kitties. So, though the one and only Garfield might enjoy lasagna, it's likely best to find another treat for your kitty to enjoy.


Marg said...

Great poem. And Thimble, you are looking mighty darn good. You all have a super duper day.

Eastside Cats said...

Baby and Champ worked out a win-win situation!

Brian's Home Blog said...

Such a wonderful poem for that fun photo and hooray for window whiffies sweet Thimble. Thanks for joining the Thankful Thursday Blog Hop!

Catscue Catmom said...

Fun poem and doodle! Thimble, you are beautiful as always - enjoy your view.

Pam and Teddy said...

What a terrifically FUN poem with the "spaghetti baby" ! Have seen this kind of thing more than once in my babysitting days. The doodle was perfect for the poem too as usual. Thanks so much for giving us the best poem-stories on Thursdays EVER. I know Angel Sammy smiles BIG when he sees how you've crafted something this fabulous from his photos. Next week's is a bit of nostalgia. Thimble looks happy in her photo too! As always!

Hugs, Pam

World of Animals, Inc said...

Such a wonderful poem you shared. When you said Lady and the Tramp. It brought back some many great memories of being a kid. Thanks for the share. Have a great day, Thimble enjoying the wonderful view.
World of Animals

Athena Cat Goddess Wise Kitty said...

Looking lovely, Thimble! Great view you have there :)

Melissa, Mudpie and Angel Truffles (Mochas, Mysteries and Meows) said...

This is one of the many reasons why motherhood was never for me...I can't see myself cleaning up such a mess! Give me cats anyday...

messymimi said...

That’s a fun story poem, giving them enough to share.

Thimble, i am glad you shared a picture of your beautiful self today.

My cats prefer pizza to lasagna, i am not sure why.

pilch92 said...

That was a fun poem. My niece's dog and 2 cats like to be near the baby in the high chair. Cute drawing too. And Thimble is adorable. My cats like to try to lick the lasagna plate, but I only allow 1 lick.

Suzanne McClendon said...

Thimble is adorable. Your story was great. The kitties here like to "share" food, too. I was taking my temperature earlier and Drac tried to eat the thermometer right out of my mouth. haha

Have a blessed weekend. :)