On the last night of 2013:
Firecrackers are all around me!
And the hoomans:
Keeper Lui and Luchie celebrating with masks on.
If the noise don't kill them the pollution will!
And here they are the next day:
. . . drooly pathetic!
My hoomans ate a lot.
Every celebration is a food event in my country.
For people: food = luck
For animals: food = life
Who cares about luck!
For my peeps luck also means having fruits:
Luchie wanted 12 fruits.
Loyd said it should be 13.
And Keeper said it does not matter how many.
All fruits equal good health for Keeper.
And that's good enough for her.
Here I am in 2014:
All paws and feet intact.
In hospitals around my country
people lost fingers, hands, lives
all because of firecrackers and stray bullets
meant to celebrate the coming of 2014
with noise that meant good luck.
I woofy don't get it. . .
Now with paws and feet intact
I can run after the mailman . . .
and attack all the woofy mails!
Keeper, I just wiped out all yer bills!
I don't think she liked that.
Time to doga:
Keeper's yoga moves are more complicated.
Mine is purrfect for drooly bodies.
Breathe in, stretch out,
breathe out, clean yer paws . . .
. . . and scratch yer drooly chin on the rough floors
Doga is perfect.
Keeper should try our doga poses
because it truly relaxes . . .
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