Kurt, Jeni Larson USS Bonhomme Richard leaves San Diego
Kurt and Jeni were married at sunset on Coquina Beach, just before Kurt shipped out aboard the USS Bonhomme Richard for six months of duty in Iraq.

FAMILY UPDATE -- Just Married
by Shari (Miller) Schweiger
Bradenton, FL

We have exciting news: Kurtis Larson and Jeni Lambrecht were married at Coquina Beach on November 29, 2004.

Kurt and Jeni were here in Florida for Thanksgiving. (They live in San Diego where Kurt is stationed in the Navy.) On that Saturday night (November 27), Kurt received a call on his cell phone from a buddy saying, "You're called up for Iraq."

Kurt couldn't believe it. He went on-line and looked up his orders; sure enough, they had changed overnight. He was expecting to be in the Persian Gulf for three months, starting in March, with their wedding date set for July 9, 2005, in Minnesota.

The new orders had him leaving in 10 days for at least six months on the USS Bonhomme Richard (an amphibious aircraft carrier). Yikes, there were lots of sad faces (and a few tears) on Saturday night.

Sunday morning Jeni and I were having coffee ... and I mentioned that, maybe, in light of this major change in plans, they might want to consider making an adjustment to their wedding plans. They could have a two step wedding: do the "legal" part right now and have the full church wedding as a renewal of vows (or wedding celebration) next summer, when Kurt gets home.

Monday morning they went to the courthouse, got the license, and Monday afternoon we had a beautiful sunset wedding on Coquina Beach. (Yes, that's where Ray and I were married in March.) Al Leffler came down from Tampa and performed the ceremony. It was so beautiful. We are honored, excited and happy to have Jeni in our family. She is very sweet and kind, just the exact person a Mom would pick to be her son's wife.

UPDATE -- Engaged
by Shane Swenson and Jayna Lee
Santa Barbara, CA

Sheldon, Jayne
Warming Up
Shane and Jayna overlook the ocean
just before Shane got on bended knee.
It's Official!
I made, and Jayna accepted, a little proposition shortly after this.

Jayna and I will be getting married in Santa Barbara on Saturday, August 20, 2005.

It's a gorgeous spot, and we're both really happy that it worked out, since that was the only free weekend for that location that remotely fit our preferred time frame.

by Kathleen (Dake) Stahlecker
Gatesville, TX

This is way past due as I have been intending to write ever since we made the trip up there this summer. We had such as wonderful time; it was just way too short. Maybe next time we can stay longer and Aaron and Earl can come along, too. I have been going to e-mail and thank Aunt Gert and Melanie for all the hard work that they did. It came off really wonderful. I know that Grandma smiled down. She would have so enjoyed it.

Stanley, Carol and I have talked and we would sure be interested in hosting one of the reunions, either in Nebraska or here in Texas. There is a little camp type deal not far from Carol's with cabins, etc. that we could rent. Of course there are motels, etc. in Sidney.

If we had it here in Texas, there are towns all around us with nice accommodations. Then about 5 miles from us is Mother Neff State Park with a nice dining hall and places to picnic and camp. Not far from us is Lake Belton. So there would be plenty to do.

Earl is anxious to try his BBQ cooking on everyone, no matter whether it be here in Texas or in Nebraska. Anyway all of the cousins, aunts and uncles can think on this and we will see what the feedback is on it.

I know that Aunt Gert said that Duane was having the next one, so everyone has plenty of time to think. The only thing is that if it were here in Texas, I am not sure that everyone would want it in the summer. We might need to do it at a different time, unless everyone is game to try it at this time of the year. Anyway, everyone can think on it.

Just a little update on our family. We still have Aaron at home. He just turned 16 and is a sophomore in high school. He makes good grades and is involved in football and band on the side, so he stays quite busy. The band went to State for the first time in the school's history, so we were quite proud of them. During football he plays the tuba, and during the rest of the year he plays the trombone. Next year, if he makes the varsity team, he may not be able to march, so we will see.

Adriana and Michael have a little boy, Sully Michael, born the 6th of August. Adriana is a registered nurse and works in Granbury, at the hospital there. Michael is a surveyor and works out of Granbury, also.

Angela and Scott have three boys: Tracer (6), Trevor (3), and Trenton (18 months). They live at Stephenville. The girls are about 40 minutes apart. They really enjoy that. Angela is a science teacher but is not teaching this year. Scott is in sales for a large company in Stephenville that makes sandpaper. He decided to further his career in sales and was gone to Massachusetts for six months to a sales training school.

Angela decided to stay home with the boys, as she did not want someone else raising the boys. I am not sure how long she will stay home, and she thinks that she might like to get into the medical field, so we will see. She will be 28 on Dec. 25, so she has plenty of time.

Yes, my birthday is December 14 instead of the 16th. I turn the Big 50, so I do not worry much about the dates anymore. Earl and I will celebrate 30 years of marriage on the 27th of December. I am the Director/ Teacher at Gatesville Head Start. I will have been there two years in February. I will get my Bachelor's in Early Childhood Education in January, hopefully.

Earl is still with the City of Temple. He will soon have been there 21 years. He is the Assistant Street Superintendent. He puts in time in the field and office. So we both keep very busy with work and staying up with Aaron's activities...

Could you please send me Larry and Sherry's e-mail address? I want to really give him the go around for choosing to go to Alaska rather than coming to the reunion to see some cousins that he had not seen in quite some time. I have really enjoyed seeing the talent that some of my cousins have that seems not to have been shared with some of us. Such as writing, painting, etc. Sure have enjoyed Doug's and Larry's (and the rest of the clan's) pieces.

Mom and Stan's came up to Angela's and surprised me yesterday afternoon for an early birthday party. Mom is doing fine. Tricia's were unable to come as some of their children were sick.

Love to All! We will be keeping in touch.

Benjamin and Heather's Wedding 3
illustration by Kimberly Johnson

Part 3 of 3
By Kimberly Johnson (Ben's cousin)
Long Lake, MN

To finish the long weekend all off... Saturday morning we all gathered again on the third floor for brunch and opening of presents. They had a big platter of fruit and plenty of fresh orange juice, as well as a couple boxes of doughnuts for us. As soon as most of us were finished, they started opening up their presents. They got a nice carload of presents to start off in their new apartment! After our long goodbyes, we all headed our separate ways.

The whole weekend was a very nice, relaxing vacation! Everyone enjoyed themselves more than they would have ever imagined!

Congratulations Ben and Heather Henderson!!!!!!!

Rick, Heather Bride meets Groom
Photos by Donna Johnson
Kim, Heidi, Whitney, and Eric watch, left, as Ben holds up a gift of crystal, right.

by Lori Chap
Maple Grove, MN

I saw this picture of Becky and her Aunt Linda Zitzmann taken at Becky's surprise birthday party... It is a little late -- but an old saying fits the situation... "Better late than never!"

Here is the picture of Becky with our Aunt Linda Zitzmann.


Becky Chap behind Linda Zitzmann =>

Becky & Linda

The Matriarch Speaks W
by Dorothy (Dake) Anderson
Alexandria, MN

Starting with Bulletin 124, I plan to run biographical sketches of the members of our staff. When that has been done, I want to run sketches and pictures of each of the readers and subscribers who have not already done introductions. Please tell us about yourself. What is your work and what else do you do with your time? How are you related or what friend introduced you into the family? I am hoping that you can share family photos and background sketches. Send all manuscripts and pictures to me at dma49261@juno.com

Introducing our Staff Writer and Graphic Illustrator for The Bulletin...

A Sketch of Introduction
By Douglas Anderson-Jordet

Some of you may know me from my stories as the skinny, bookish boy who gets beat up on by girls a lot. However, I haven't written a chapter for a while, so I suppose I had better introduce myself. I am the youngest son of Dorothy Anderson, the Editor of the fine publication you are now reading. I was born Douglas Anderson, but have added a hyphenated "Jordet" after marrying my soul mate, Brianna, in September of this year.

I cook food and people pay me to do it and I like the arrangement very much. My hobbies include fishing, fishing and fishing, except in the winter months when I enjoy sitting in a heated building and not fishing.

I also like music. I prefer Jazz because you get more notes for your dollar in Jazz than any other genre of music. Sometimes I attempt to create my own music. The results range from fair to embarrassing, but I enjoy it and it keeps me off the streets.

I read, when I can find time, and prefer books that pit humanity against merciless nature, such as The Indian Creek Chronicles by Pete Fromm. My wife has a part-time job at a book store and has directed me to many such books.

I have many famous relatives whose work has graced these pages time and time again; I'm sure you are all familiar with their work.

In closing, I like to think of myself as the guy who doesn't like talking about himself that much, so I hope the above was sufficient. Oh yeah, and -- (I almost forgot), I like pickles.

I have a new e-mail address: ilikepickles@gmail.com

Our snail mail address is:
Doug and Brianna Anderson-Jordet
201 31st Ave. N.
St. Cloud, MN 56303

Brianna, Doug Anderson Jordet
Brianna and Doug Anderson-Jordet

A Sketch of Introduction
By Brianna Anderson-Jordet

Most of you have met me at one time or another; or maybe you just know me by the illustrations attached to Doug's illustrious stories. Either way, I'm here to stay.

I met Douglas Anderson (now Anderson-Jordet) here in St. Cloud on a cold and dark night, and by spring we were making arrangements for the sun to always shine (to wed, of course). So, we did just that on September 1st. It couldn't be any better. I'm still here in Minnesota and every day this winter has been a bright one.

As Doug mentioned in his introduction, I work in a bookstore. It was always a juvenile dream of mine. The dream of what I fashioned to be the perfect job. Finally, as an adult with a college education, I've been hired into one. It is, in a way, somewhat dreamy, but I often find myself dreaming at work of what I could be doing. So, I'm surrounded by books and find plenty to read. That's what I like to do on those days that call for it.

I've made a few jobs in town as a graphic designer, which allows me to sleep better at night, since that's what I went to school for. Without this sounding too much like a classifieds personal, I should also mention that I paint. I don't paint houses (although I used to). I paint pictures. My pictures aren't "pretty" and some have titled them "confused emotions," but I'll put that aside and say that I paint emotion. It's open to interpretation.

Aside from work, there is play. Just like Doug, I like to fish. I don't know if it's so much the act of fishing or something much more, like being out there and seeing the shadows change as the sun sets. I love to be outside. Well, when the temperature permits.

The most important thing is that I happened upon a beautiful man who supports what I think and do. That's pretty difficult to come by. That's ME in a nutshell.


LTD Storybrooke

Several years ago we were in the later stages of remodeling our house. We had the wood stove set up in the middle of our living room. The floor was still linoleum, as the living room had been the kitchen before we started remodeling. Mornings, the fire needed to be built to take the chill off. Then we’d begin our day of trimming and painting. They were also days of sawdust, paper plates, and stale coffee. Here, I have recorded the adventures of one of those early mornings.

Pre-Dawn Escapade
By Larry Dake

When I got up before dawn this morning, to build the fire, our cats were crouched ready to pounce on some unseen prey hiding beneath the chair in the living room. Eager to join the hunt, I grabbed the chair by the shoulders and lifted it straight up in the air. The cats, too startled by the flying chair, failed to pounce on the streak of gray.

The mouse scurried across the floor to hide under some yellow chore gloves that were scattered to dry, like fallen leaves, by the stove.

Wakened from sleep by this unusual commotion, my red sheepdog, Rosie, arrived and instantly joined the hunt. One cat retreated up the open staircase and the other behind the stove, where she began to sulk.

Fire poker in hand, I hissed, "Mousy!" Rosie became instantly electrified; neck arched, head slightly cocked, ears on full alert. Checker, my black sheepdog, was now on his feet and shouldering Rosie aside to see what the trouble was. I poked at a glove and the mouse scurried this way and that beneath the dogs' feet as their claws scritched and scratched on the floor. Their teeth snapped here and there like powerful mouse traps.

Easily outmaneuvering the dogs, the mouse raced behind the stove to seek refuge under the sulking cat!

In full bay, the dogs scrambled after the fleeing cat -- and the mouse. The cat hastily joined the other feline up on the open staircase. The mouse disappeared behind a stack of paint cans.

While I turned over cans, and shoes, and boards, the cats peered down disdainfully from their staircase tree.

The dogs soon lost interest in the missing mouse and returned to their rugs, and I, cradling a cup of coffee, to my bed.

As the first early morning rays of sunshine sneak by the pine trees and peek over the window sill into the topsy-turvy living room, all is peaceful and still. Not a drop of blood has been spilled. The mindless cats will spend the rest of their morning staring vacantly off into space. And the sly little mouse, grinning from whisker to whisker, is in the kitchen nibbling on my breakfast.

Travelogue t

The Bolivian Beat
By Kjirsten Swenson

Editor's Note: Kjirsten has returned to Bolivia for a second year of independent study in Morochata, prior to enrollment in medical school at Baylor University in Houston, in 2005. She spent several weeks trekking around Bolivia before returning to the hospital in Morochata.

Bus to Morochata
Kjirsten's bus to Morochata; the seats were already sold out.

An update from a week ago in Morochata...

The day before Hallowe'en, Dentista Karina and I travelled to Morochata. It had been four months since she left, and she was anxious to visit. We left extra early for the bus stop, but even though I arrived at 5:45 a.m., the seats were already sold out. :( These days it gets light out earlier, and it seems all the country people with no watches gauge their arrival based on the sun, and thus are there before me.

At the hospital, we were met by the new dentist, a student in her early 30s. She's nice enough, but a little strange, and though we'll be friends, she won't be another Karina.

Hallowe'en passed unnoticed here, but the whole town has been celebrating Todos Santos (the day of the dead). The hospital's cemetery-side location has allowed us to see it all from the steps.

Monday evening, groups of townsfolk arrived in the blackness of moonless night. At the cemetery, they lit candles and prayed for the souls of the dead, who would be visiting. Groups of family members held vigil at the tombs and passed out cigarettes, coca leaves, and alcohol to those who recited Catholic prayers for the souls of their dead relatives ... an intriguing exchange of prayers for vices. The graveyard lit with flickering candlelight, the monotone murmur of hurried prayers, and the sour smell of chicha created a rather remarkable scene.

The next afternoon, the cemetery was packed with people reciting Catholic prayers and drinking chicha, a rather unlikely combination, it struck me. Relatives passed out masitas, hard biscuits and bread shaped into forms of people and faces, to those who prayed. The atmosphere was distinctly festive, not reverent like the night before.

Today, the day after Todos Santos, is still a festival day in the countryside. A few days ago, several high swings were set up, in trees and between poles, around town. All afternoon, Cholitas (women who wear traditional dress) have been swinging and singing. At the far end of the trajectory, flowers are placed, and the women try to grab flowers with their feet as they swing. Success means a baby soon. We watched from the hospital and took a walk to see, but didn't get too close. This tradition, like many other holiday activities in the countryside, involves copious amounts of chicha.

So, with the dentist, I've been manning the hospital and watching the fiesta from above. At the moment, the hospital is doctor-less. One is on vacation and the other broke his foot after trying to walk back from the store in pitch darkness and falling 10 feet. The incompetent nurse has been on duty, but he is more interested in drinking than working... He disappeared yesterday and hasn't appeared yet... so the dentist, the driver, and I have been attending the patients! Fun.

This morning we stitched up a gash in a poor guy's head... I don't suppose he knew I was learning on him, but I'd say I did a good job. :) We are very much hoping that no emergencies or women in labor appear before the good nurse returns from her days off..

The gladiolas in the little garden in front of the hospital are blooming, and these days the hummingbirds visit frequently. Peas are also ready, and when no one's looking I munch on them, raw. Rainy season is on its way; most afternoons, we watch clouds rise from the hot valleys below Morochata. Afternoon thundershowers are slowly transforming the countryside from dusty dry to green and blooming. From the great window, I first watched families harvest potatoes, and now see many fields being plowed by teams of oxen in preparation for corn seeding.

The city government is supposed to supply the hospital with edible basics and money to buy food, but they seem to have forgotten us during these days of fiesta. So we're living off the land! Today we collected dandelion greens to make salad. Chopped with tomato and tuna, it was tasty! Tonight we ate the last potatoes, and so the cook is mortified to think that tomorrow's meal will be tuber-less, but I'm secretly delighted.

I plan to be in Cochabamba until Sunday or Monday, depending on which day the baptism of Dr. Juan's daughter turns out to be. Then I'll return to Morochata for a couple of weeks before slowly making my way towards Buenos Aires.

Happy birthday in advance to Tyler! My Cochabamba family sends saludos to all of you.


Outdoor dental checkup Plowing with oxen
Dentista checks teeth outdoors, left; plowing a field with oxen, right.

More of Kjirsten's trekking photos may be seen in her Webshots Bolivia Trekking album here: http://community.webshots.com/user/kjswenson

v Working @

This series on driving a truck in The Netherlands begins in Bulletin 125, continues in Bulletin 128
My "Workaday" Part 3
Story & Photos by Frans de Been
Oosterhout, The Netherlands

Sometimes a daughter or a nephew asks me in their holiday if they please may go with the truck one day. So they mostly have a great day because I stop at McDonald's ... or any other gas station that sells nice, sweet and edible things. My nephew Bastyn, who is 10, is on his holiday, so he rides along...

Bastyn lane
We come to the container terminal where we have to make a lot of paper work before we get our container. Then we go to a section where different container companies have their own department. Let's say we go to the DDN 4 stack, then drive the truck into a lane.
crane loader
Behind the lane you can see all of the containers that are stacked up. A big crane picks up your container and a big loader brings it to your stack. They are very high and they put it on your trailer. They must be very correct, to the inch, and usually with no sound.
loader 2 road train
Then you go away from this area and get to the Customs Port and "OUT" to the customer with the container. Pictured at right is a "Road Train" of 10 trailers with containers.
To be continued.

Dutch Treats for the Holiday Season

Here is a recipe for Dutch Olie Bollen from Frans de Been. The Dutch olliebollen (the spelling varies), are somewhat like beignets or apple fritters from a doughnut shop, but with raisins and apples. They are traditional holiday sweets from The Netherlands, especially at the New Year.

Dutch Ollie Bollen
Frans de Been
Oosterhout, The Netherlands

Sift together:
2-1/2 cups flour
4 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 cup brown or white sugar

Blend together:
3 eggs, beaten
1 cup milk
1/2 tsp. vanilla

Add the dry ingredients to the fluids, mixing well. Add 1 cup plumped raisins and 2 peeled and diced apples to dough. Drop small ice cream scoopfuls of dough into hot oil, approximately 375 degrees F. Cook 3 minutes (until lightly brown); turn and cook another 3 minutes. Drain on paper towel. Sprinkle with icing (powdered) sugar.
Yield: approximately 2 dozen.

Click here for more about Ollie Bollen.

Next Week: Poffertjes -- another Dutch Treat for the New Year

This and That
by Elaine Wold
Wahpeton, ND

Tune: Winter Wonderland

Reprinted from Bulletin 79, December 21, 2003, where it appeared
courtesy of Melinda (Wold) Miranowski
Wahpeton, ND
Melinda, or Mindy, is Elaine's daughter and a niece of the editor.

Children scream, they're not listnen'
When they go, we don't miss them,
In all of this pain, we try to stay sane
Workin' in an elementary school

Christmas comes, they're excited,
Though our nerves, they've ignited
They're off of the walls, they run in the halls,
Workin' in an elementary school.

In the lunchroom we can hear them yellin'
And we know that they are really wound.
Someone hits, the other says, "I'm tellin'!"
And that is when our heads begin to pound.

Pretty soon we'll be restin'
Cause our nerves, they've been testin'
We're happy, it's clear
It comes once a year,
Christmas in an elementary school!!!!!!!!!!

After graduation from high school, Mindy worked as a teacher's aide in the Mooreton, North Dakota, elementary school. After some time there, she decided she should go on to more school, so she took the Legal Secretarial course here at the State School of Science in Wahpeton. She finished this 2 year course in one year and worked in the office there for a while. A mentor there encouraged her to get her business degree at Concordia College in Moorhead, and she helped her arrange to get that accomplished in a year and a summer course.

She has worked a number of years with the Wahpeton School district, in all offices, wherever needed -- primary, elementary, middle school, high school and part time in the District (Superintendent's) office. She has enjoyed working with the children. And she has found they really get emotionally excited the closer it gets to Christmas and the end of the school year.

She has enjoyed mentoring these children immensely. They sighed with disappointment and told her they would miss her when it was announced she would be moving full time to the District (Superintendent's) office, starting Monday. They want her to come and see them during lunch break. One girl brought a beautiful mantle clock for her as a farewell gift for all the TIME she was so good to her.

Mindy said she will miss the kids who have confided in her with so many things, but will be looking forward to the quieter, more professional office with the Superintendent.

Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of
Hetty Hooper

This Week's Holidays
December 25---Christmas

This Week's Anniversaries:
Eric & Melanie Shockey
Eric & Melanie (Anderson) Shockey
December 20, 2002

(2 years)
December 23---Harold and Carol (Dake) Printz (37 years)

This Week's Birthdays:
December 19---Barb Anderson
December 21---Melanie (Anderson) Shockey
December 24---Ken Hellevang
December 24---David "Beaver" Johnson
December 25---Angela Stahlecker
Happy Birthday!

More December Birthdays:
December 3---Twila Jo (Anderson) Aydelotte
December 4---Carol (Dake) Printz
December 4---Elaine (Anderson) Wold
December 7---Aunika Swenson (12 years old)
December 11---Wyatt Meyers (5 years old)
December 12---Sarah (Dake) Steinhauer
December 13---Larry Dake
December 13---Derek Swenson
December 14---Kathleen (Dake) Stahlecker
December 17---Char (Morgan) Myron
December 17---Austin Printz

December 29---Mitzi (Johnson) Swenson
December 30---Travis Quick

More December Anniversaries
December 27---Earl and Kathleen Stahlecker (30 years)

Miss Hetty's Mailbox:

Dear Miss Hetty,

I enjoyed looking through The Bulletin just now. I did notice one thing you will want to correct, I'm sure. Kathleen's (Dake-Stahlecker) birth date is listed as December 16. Her birthday is actually December 14.

We're having an unusually warm day today. It has been up to almost 60 degrees! Odd to go without a coat the middle of December!!

Carol Printz
Sidney, NE

Thanks for catching that! It's appreciated ... and corrected. My apologies to Kathleen!


Sarah & Mike Steinhauer in Alaska last summer

Thanks for all the birthday greetings! Michael bought me a dozen roses and the sweetest card in the world…. We went out to eat at Red Lobster, too… mmm… good!

If you haven't heard the big news yet, Mike and I are expecting a baby the beginning of May. That's only 5 months away!!

We also have a new e-mail address now: michaelsarah@702com.net

It was fun to see the picture of Justin and Melody Printz's expanding family. We went to meeting with them for a year when we lived out in the Black Hills. I must say they have some of the cutest kids I've ever seen. ;)

Love, Sarah (Dake) Steinhauer
Wahpeton, ND
(Sarah is the daughter of Larry and Sherry Dake)

Miss Hetty Says

Congratulations and Best Wishes to Kurt and Jeni (Lambrecht) Larson, who were married at Coquina Beach in Florida on November 29, just before Kurt shipped out for Iraq. And thanks to Kurt's mom, Shari (Miller) Schweiger, for sending photos, including this one of Jim Miller (Shari's father and Kurt's grandfather) with the bride and groom.

Grandpa Jim, Kurt, Jeni
Grandpa Jim Miller, Kurt & Jeni Larson

Keep Us Posted!

Please drop Miss Hetty a line and tell us who, and what, we've missed. And how about a report (photos welcome) of YOUR special celebration?

'Many Thankse

Miss Hetty


I just wanted to send a little note before the day gets away on me. What awesome coverage of the wedding!!!!

I have to say, it was an extremely enjoyable weekend for us and I hope all enjoyed it as well. We look at all the pictures that everyone so graciously took and are very thankful! Thanks to everyone who shared this event with us and to those who were able to help us capture it on camera! Kim did such an awesome job getting those quiet little moments, ones that could be missed otherwise! The Bulletin covered the event with flair!! Hats off to all of the staff at The Bulletin!

We are now in the process of planning the next one!
Thanks again!
Patty and the crew
(Patty Anderson Henderson)
Norwood Y.A., MN


What an issue! Kjirsten's photos were amazing. The whole issue looked very streamlined and professional. I wonder whose hand could be behind all of that, hmmm... Jerrianne? Kim's writing has matured before our very eyes and Elaine has turned into something of a bard, too, hasn't she?

Too bad there isn't a wedding every issue; they certainly are fun to watch!

Douglas Anderson-Jordet
St. Cloud, MN

I enjoyed The Bulletin and it was good to get pictures of the wedding as I was not there. Very good write ups about it!!!!!

Hope all have a warm night. It's cozy to be in when it's stormy like this outside.

Elaine (Anderson) Wold
Wahpeton, ND


Sent to us by Miss Kitty

Cat Haiku
Author(s) Unknown

The food in my bowl
Is old, and more to the point
Contains no tuna.
So you want to play.
Will I claw at dancing string?
Your ankle's closer.
There's no dignity
In being sick -- which is why
I don't tell you where.
Seeking solitude
I am locked in the closet.
For once I need you.
Tiny can, dumped in
Plastic bowl. Presentation,
One star; service: none.
Am I in your way?
You seem to have it backwards:
This pillow's taken.
Your mouth is moving;
Up and down, emitting noise.
I've lost interest.
The dog wags his tail,
Seeking approval. See mine?
Different message.
My brain: walnut-sized.
Yours: largest among primates.
Yet, who leaves for work?
Most problems can be
Ignored. The more difficult
Ones can be slept through.
My affection is conditional.
Don't stand up,
It's your lap I love.
Cats can't steal the breath
Of children. But if my tail's
Pulled again, I'll learn.
I don't mind being
Teased, any more than you mind
A skin graft or two.
So you call this thing
Your "cat carrier." I call
These my "blades of death."
Toy mice, dancing yarn
Meowing sounds. I'm convinced:
You're an idiot.

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