My dear friends,

Spring has well and truly finally arrived. The hills are greening, kittens are arriving, and everyone is just that little bit lighter in spirit. It’s easy to be loving at this time of year, isn’t it?

And for the most part, that’s a good thing. I’ve gotten some new roommates this past month: little Psi, who has spina bifida; and Annie, who promptly moved herself to the community room as soon as she arrived in the lobby. These two new girls are fine. Jenny? Fine. Tinkerbell? Fine. Mimi? Too darn cute for her own good. She has a knack for getting under my skin.

I was catching up on some classic poetry this month and came across a little piece, “To Spring”, by some fellow named Blake. He didn’t do a bad job of it, but I thought the poem could use a little tweaking. So without further ado…

To Mimi
(Leave me in peace)

O thou with kitten feet, who lookest down
Through the gap between cushions on the couch, turn
Thine angel eyes upon some other one,
Which might not mind your attention, O Mimi!

The cats tell one another, and the listening
People hear; all their cooing voices turn’d
Unto thy too-cute visage: issue forth
And chirp off to another couch!

Go o’er the eastern sofa, and let their hands
Pet thy silkenèd fur; let me taste
The morn and evening peace; scatter thy pearls
Upon those lovesick ones who don’t mind that you are SO DARN ADORABLE. It gets on my nerves.

O deck them forth with thy fair purrings; pour
Thy soft kisses on their noses; and put
Your tuckus upon their languish’d laps,
Whose softest beds are laid out for thee.

It seems that poetry is a salve for my anguished soul. I just hope that Mimi doesn’t go for the artsy type. Then I’m sunk.

Much love,
Boots