Happy Cloud Stories

When you're born with eight legs It practically begs For you to be of style and grace. The truth happens to be, I'm sure you can see, Eight legs is a lot in one place. They go here and there, They don't seem to care. They don't move where they need to go. Stuck on coral and reef, It's beyond belief With eight legs that I still move so slow. They're out of control And it's taking its toll. I've sideswiped some shrimp that were crawling. And I tripped on that eel- And watch out for that seal! Oops!  I just sent him sprawling... Other creatures all laugh At all of my gaffes, That is when I am not a menace. For when your legs are all tangled,  And your neighbors you've mangled, It doesn't matter if you'd be great at tennis. Folks think I'm shy. That's really a lie. I just want to avoid all the mess. When you have eight left feet That all seem to compete,

I am sitting here, near the curb, patient as can be. I know that it will not be long til he comes for me. The door is opening-who is that?  Nope, he's not the one. I really hope he comes for me before  the day is done. Whose hand is that?  Let me see-I don't think  that I know you. But pats are always welcome even if  you smell brand new. That was nice, but I'm busy now.  I'm sure  you get it, M'aam. Sitting, waiting patiently-What a good boy I am! Is that him?  No someone else-he has  been gone so long! So much time has passed since then-I don't  think I am wrong. An hour or two?  Maybe a week?  Is he  ever coming back? What should I do if he's gone for good?   I did not even pack! I'm unprepared to be on my own!  Where's the nice girl with the pats? I'd miss so much, fetch and treats.  I'd even  miss the cats! Bellyrubs, I'd miss the most, and my favorite toy. What if he

The Scottish Bunny  Didn't have lots of money, But he had a lot of eggs. Bright ones, striped ones, Polka-dotted dyed ones- He'd roll them with his legs. One day he was strolling, While he was rolling And came to the edge of a brae. Lo and behold,  The eggs continued to go, And they all just rolled away. The bunny, sad-hearted, That his eggs had departed, Brought paws up to his face. Left and right,  In dark and light, They'd rolled all over the place. "Did someone behold The whole thing unfold And may be able to tell me Of where to look, Or if someone took,  My eggs, thinking they were free?" He calmed down And looked around, Beginning his exploration. Above on a twig, Munching a fig, Finch began a conversation. "You look sad Like something bad happened," the finch tweeted. "My eggs are gone, They have withdrawn," Bunny replied, defeated. &q

Old Cat had taught Young Cat about being a kitty- How to land on all fours, avoiding litter too gritty. Young Cat was a natural, Old Cat did acknowledge. Young Cat had an insatiable thirst for new knowledge. Young Cat asked Old Cat about more education On the subject of "Cat", as choice occupation. Old Cat replied, "Since the basics you passed, Let's study history and step into the past." So Old Cat took Young Cat on a cultural tour Filled with data and facts, and sprinkled with lore. Young Cat sat up, so keen for his lesson. Old Cat cleared his throat and began the session. "Way back in Egypt, upon hot sand they trod, The smartest of cultures revered us as gods. Cat-headed old deities, to which they'd all bow. If you ask me, they should still do that now!" "Ancient Romans were our fans and were our proponents, But they didn't use us to get rid of their rodents. We were replaced by weasels

The new cat arrived, all kitten and cute. The older cat said nothing-perfectly mute. The kitten tried eagerly to break up the ice, Purring and bunting and being all nice. The older cat warmed and finally said,  "Little one, there's much not yet in your head. Come let me teach you, so you'll never fail And a real cat you'll be, deserving your tail." The little cat sat, rapt in attention, Eager to hear all the old cat would mention. "First thing is first-know the best treats. Never do tricks, make them beg at your feet." "Sleep is essential-there is never enough- It is overrated to be active and tough. Everywhere is a nap opportunity. This is well known in the cat community." "Though we may live isolated in a tall, city flat, We aren't alone-there's a whole lot of cats! Look out the window!  See tuxedos and tabbies. There are more cats in the city than doormen and cabbies!"