| || giant, think, sprain, kitten, taking shape.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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Where it came from, no one knew.
The giant kitten. Mew-mew mew.
Some believed an experiment, gone askew.
Il gattino gigante. Mew-mew mew.
Some said it was Kali, taking shape anew.
Le chaton géant. Mew-mew mew.
Some think it spawned by an alien Jew.
Der riz ketsl. Mew-mew mew.
But now it was here, so what to do?
Das Riesenkätzchen. Mew-mew mew.
Give it some milk, and a tuna or two.
O gatinho gigante. Mew-mew mew.
They sprained their brains to find a clue.
To gigantiaío gatáki. Mew-mew mew.
Laser pointer, to the boarder -- it's their problem now!
El gatto grosso. Mew, mew? Meow!
Key: English, Portuguese. French, Yiddish. German, Italian. Greek, Spanish. Thanks to Google Translate!
FLN: My Grandpa, "Buck" Fowler, was listed as a "Vulcanizer" in the 1920 census.
Today:
Imagine entering upon the calm at the end of my poem,
like to a crime scene that has been sealed off with those long yellow ribbons.
-or-
"Shaking Tape"
Our cat was nearly three but tiny for her age.
We raised her from a kitten, and thought of her that way.
In fact we named her Kitty. She was all the rage
among the local children with whom we let her play.
If the kids got rough, she'd give a warning to back off.
Many a bite was averted when Kitty began to moan.
She saw herself as a serious cat; I'm pretty sure she'd scoff
at such notions as "silly" or "cute." They'd only make her groan.
Her self-image was of a giant, a tigress or a lynx.
I watched her stalk a mouse once, as if it were an ox.
She paced her prey, and I could swear she knew just how it thinks.
(Her imagination made a jungle out of her litter box.)
A bat flew in our house last year, causing much alarm.
I told my family to go upstairs, to shut themselves in their rooms.
With neither strain nor sprain--with no fuss or harm--
I had a hunch she'd know just how to seal that critter's doom.
We all locked up at bedtime, on my cue, "Leave it to Kitty."
By morning I found a gift at my door, its wings folded, nice 'n pretty.
~ OMK
Delightful to get two Jumble kitten poems this morning. I tried and tried but never made it. I created a giant figure named Grant, and said "he owned a sweet kitten, he caressed with a mitten." But that was about it. Later I had his "plans taking shape" while "baking a cake," but that was also too silly. So no Misty poem today.
But many thanks for your terrific poem,Owen. Loved the way you used foreign languages, like the German "Riesenkaetzchen" to describe a giant kitty. And what fun to get all the mew-mew-mews. A total delight.
And I loved your poem about your sweet Kitty, Ol' Man Keith, especially the way she stalked her mouse and how she managed to take care of the cat.
I had cats in my early days, but after two of them got killed by cars on the street, I decided I needed an animal I could confine in a fenced-in yard and got a dog instead. After that came several generations of dachshunds. Now, apparently, cats can be kept happily inside the house, and my son and his family have two wonderful cats that never go out but are totally happy and thriving.
Sorry, meant your Kitty took care of a bat.
What a brilliant concept, Owen! Its tour of languages was fun--and also strange that each different name evokes a fresh image of how a giant cat must appear.
I swear a Portugese cat looks very different from a German one. Even the pitch & rhythm of their "mew mew mew" sound unalike.
Thank you, Misty, for your appreciation. Sorry about your early loss of cats. But glad you found your way to dogs, to your beloved dachshunds--"roof dogs," yes?
My Kitty story was essentially true, although it took place several decades ago, and the cat's name was "Libby." She was orange and white, so we named her after the red-headed girl we hired as a babysitter (cum kittysitter).
She (the cat) provided us with the easiest solution ever to the bat problem. She handled that winged invader in complete silence during the night.
Brought the corpse right to my bedroom door. Mew mew mew.
~ OMK
I stumbled on GIANT, just couldn't grok it. So I texted the letters to Mon Amie and presto GIANT came back. Excellent poems today.
WC
Misty ~ I answered my own question. I wondered if German Dachshund translated as "roof dog," but I see that the "s" makes all the difference.
Dach = Roof
but
Dachs = Badger.
And apparently (Thank you, Google!) in Germany Dachsund is shortened to Dackel. A much cuter name!
~ OMK
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