Monday, July 16, 2007


This is Skeeter.  He's a big 14-year-old mancat now, but when the Big Thing found him he was  a traumatized little kitten.  I'm not quite sure whether the place he was in was a shelter or a pet store, but they were doing renovations and Skeeter was all by himself in a cage near the door with lots of noise and dust.  There had been another kitten in the cage with him, but it died and was taken away in a plastic bag.  To this day, Skeeter is terrified of plastic bags.  The Big Thing found him just in time, or he might have died, too.  When he got home to the cave, he hid out for a couple of days, but finally came out to eat and drink and decided that the Big Thing was his friend.  Skeeter got his name from mosquito, because once he decided that the Big Thing was his friend, he never wanted him out of sight.  The Big Thing was reminded of the way a mosquito will keep buzzing around a person's head.  Skeeter is still happiest when he is near the Big Thing, especially when the Big Thing makes a lap and Skeeter can lie in it. Skeeter won't go outside unless the Big Thing goes out, too.  The best time of the day for Skeeter is after dinner, when the Big Thing sits in his favorite chair to watch the sparkly box and calls out, "Skeeter, lap time."  Skeeter jumps up into the Big Thing's lap and LC jumps up on the ottoman in front of the chair and all three of them contentedly watch TV until bedtime.

                                    Skeeter loves, loves, loves the Big Thing's lap.
                                    It's his most favorite place to nap.
                                           All warm and cozy
                                           From tail to nosie,
                                    Skeeter could stay forever in the Big Thing's lap.


Anonymous said...

Awww, it sounds like Skeeter found a wonderful forever home. And what a precious limerick you wrote for him! *giggling* at Big Thing!

Purrs and snuggles from Marilyn.

Chairman Mao said...

hehehe, I love that limmerick, Karen Jo! And I love "cozy from tail to nosie." That's how I love to be, too!

Skeeter sounds like a lucky kittyboy!

Kittyhugs and purrs from MaoMao!

Lux said...

That story (& limerick) has such a happy ending!

Gattina said...

It's a shame such shops ! Since 2 months now we have a new law which says that no pet accessoires shop is allowed to sell cats, dogs or birds anymore what happened before. And pet shops are under very strict control. But still sometimes I also hear some tragedies.

Caesar and Princess said...

Skeeter is a huge kitty but he is very pretty too.
The stripes and white spots are very handsome!

This is as usual, a fantasstic limerick

Cheysuli said...

I'm glad that Skeeter had such a happy ending to his story!

Rascal said...

An excellent limerick for a very handsome Mancat.

Henry Helton said...

You look just like my soon-to-be-stepbrother, Mar. I'm serious. I wonder if you are related. Hehe.

Parker said...

Skeeter! I love Skeeter! How nice that you gave him a limerick!

caspersmom said...

What a story skeeter has. So very glad he found a great forever home. As always Karen Jo, the limerick was great.


Scooby, Shaggy & Scout said...

Karen Jo you always have such great limericks!!!!
Thanks for stopping by to leave get well wishes for Scout. He is home from the Hospital now, we have an update up.

Skeeter said...

Hi Karen Jo! LC told me we had been mentioned at your blog, so I came runnin right over.

What a perfect poem, you got me just right! "cozy from tail to nosie", for sure! I would sit in The Big Thing's lap all light and dark (well, 'cept for eatin and litterbox times).

Sadly though, The Big Thing wont sit all day, so I follow him around unless I'm sleepin on the big warm waterybed. I sometimes go outside if he does, but usually I just wait by the clear hard door he leaves from an wait an watch him til he comes back into the cave.

Oh, and thanks to the kitties and beans that said nice things about my handsome mancat looks. Every word you said was true! ;)