Today We Bake Another Take!

So after our fashion endeavor the cat knew he was oh so clever. Plus since Glory Dear is buried in the sand. I thought the cat would pitch in and lend a baking hand. That is right one and all. The cat is going to share his favorite recipe at our hall.



By the time our baking is through,
You will be drooling like this is what the cat made for you.
But trust me it is better than that.
For I am such a chef at my mat.

First you need to find a place,
That will be good for a cooking embrace.
Then you need to lick your paw,
Make sure you don't lick it raw.

For you have to let things cook a while.
Or it will turn out rather vile.
And that just will not do.
We have to make this tasty dish for each of you.

Now you need some juices as well.
Or it could cause the digestion hell.
Add a cup of water or two,
Depending on the size of your stomach at your zoo.

Next it takes a bit of me,
To make this oh so special recipe.
I can't divulge the special part.
For it is near and dear to my heart.

I'm not sure it can be done by all of you.
For you have to be flexible through and through.
But maybe Brian with his long tongue,
Can make such a bell be rung.

Never fear you can't stretch.
You will not have to go out and play fetch.
I can ship you express,
My wonderful cooking mess.

I think by now we have stirred the pot,
And we don't want it to get any rot.
So it is now time to see your feast.
I know they are loved by one butt sniffing beast.

I have watched them eat one or two,
At that other overloaded zoo.
And here it comes are you ready?
Excuse me, while I cough steady.

I almost have it, just wait.
I know the anticipation you must hate.
So pull out your favorite plate,
To dinner we would not want you to be late.


Are you not oh so hungry now? Finally I can once again meow. It is hard work cooking up that hairball. Plus I have to make sure I don't aim for the wall. So enjoy the cats dish to you, I know I put Glory Dear's recipes to shame at my zoo. Now I have to go eat some cat grass to ease the stomach of my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.