Hello and happy Friday to one and all! Who wants to fill in some fill-ins? If you'd like to join in on the Friendly Fill-Ins challenge but missed the fill-in statements yesterday, we'll share them again here. Ellen of 15meowing came up with the first two, and I came up with the second two.
1. I have zero interest in _________.
(I cannot easily maintain or tolerate a conversation with anyone who simply wants to gossip or get wrapped up in drama. I'll pass on that, thank you very much.)
Here, Kitty Kitty Kitty
There once was a witch with loyal familiars numbering two.
They were a cat and, well, a loquacious little cockatoo.
Sometimes the witch's furry and feathered familiars helped her out.
Other times, they made her scratch her head and doubt.
On one moonlit night, the witch bought a pumpkin from a gardening forest elf.
Upon arriving home, she carefully placed her orange squash on a shelf.
She already had plans to make it a frightfully festive pumpkin,
Though putting a knife in her hand was more or less a sin.
The witch couldn't carve a pumpkin or a turkey to save her life,
Yet she wanted a jack-o'-lantern on that Halloween night.
So the witch grabbed up a spell book and some potions,
And then she placed her favorite cauldron on a table in a swift motion.
The witch opened her spell book to the desired page.
Then in the air her hands and potions she began to wave.
She said this word and that word and into the cauldron poured this potion and that.
She did all of this under the watchful eye of her cockatoo and cat.
As she spoke the words from her spell book,
The cockatoo squawked and jumped until its cage shook.
It looked at the cat and screamed, "Here, kitty kitty kitty!
Kitty goes meow, and I go weeeeeee!"
In response to the bird's words in the midst of the spell,
One of the potion bottles spun and splashed and fell.
The witch's cat flicked its tail and meowed,
And it was a meow quite excited and loud.
"Shush," the witch said.
She could not help but shake her head.
She added, "We've talked about this.
If you two talk and frolic during spell time, it will all go amiss."
Placing a quieting finger over her mouth and looking from her cockatoo to her cat,
The witch resumed her magical endeavor just like that.
She poured another potion into the cauldron and stirred,
And then she spoke all sorts of magical words.
The pumpkin on the shelf began to rock back and forth,
And then it spun east, west, south, and north.
On the pumpkin an eye began to form, and then a nose below,
And then from inside it began to flicker and glow.
The witch smiled, and the cockatoo flapped its white wings.
Then it began to whistle and sing.
It shouted, "Here, kitty kitty kitty!
HERE, KITTY KITTY KITTY!"
The cat jumped onto the witch's shoulder and purred.
The witch sighed but said not a single word.
That is, until she begged, "You two, please hush.
Your interruptions have already been quite enough."
In response, the cockatoo whistled a defaening whistle.
Then the cat shot across the room like a missile.
"Kitty! Where's the kitty?" the cockatoo screamed.
"I said, HERE, KITTY KITTY KITTY!"
That's when the witch's potion began bubbling when it should have been simmering.
She said, "Oh, great, I see.
You two are conspiring against me.
Can I please just whip up a jack-o'-lantern in peace?"
The cockatoo's answer was a distinct and deafening, "NO!"
A few more exclamations it did screech and bellow.
Then it returned to its chant of, "Here, kitty kitty kitty!
I said, HERE, KITTY KITTY KITTY!"
The witch's cat pranced and danced around the room.
Here, there, and everywhere it did dash and zoom.
The bird itself danced on its perch in its cage,
All while a great many words it did shout and say.
The witch's potion began emitting bubbles, and then some more.
The events in the room were anything but a snoozing bore.
The pumpkin on the shelf jumped and spun and then its carving was complete,
But it was certainly not carved in the vision the witch had seen.
The pumpkin did not have moon-shaped eyes or a toothy grin.
Rather, it had whiskers and pointed ears atop its orange skin.
The witch said, "Good grief, what on earth is that?"
The witch's cockatoo, with the cat's aid, had turned the pumpkin into a cat,
A fact that made the cat purr and the cockatoo laugh.
Happy Friday, friends!