Dear Santa,
I’m having an interesting time with the resident cat here… I have to say, it isn’t as difficult to get on with as I thought it would be.
They are weird… but then, so are two-legses and I like them.
I mean, I’ve had a few problems with them before, invading my garden and such…
But maybe it is like she says about two-legses… you just have to get to know them, one at once, and then they seem different.
Mind you, Honey Bear seems to have got to know a bunch of them and the poem she sent me tells me that maybe I should still be a bit wary…
Much love,
Ani xxx
A translation by Diana Wallace peach of Honey Bear’s Poem:
Christmas with Cats
by Honey Bear
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I don’t like cats
In the Christmas tree
They make a big mess
And blame it on me!
*
They bat at the shiny
Christmas tree balls
That smash on the floor
Whenever they fall.
*
They chew on the tinsel
Then gag and barf
They gak it all up
On mom’s new socks and scarf.
*
Once they pulled over
The whole Christmas tree
And pointed their pointy
Claws at me!
*
My mom tried to catch it
And gave a loud shout
Then she grabbed those cats
Tossed them right out.
*
Then she righted the tree
And said, “Dogs are sweet.”
Rubbed my ears
And gave me a treat.
*
Merry Christmas
with NO CATS
*
Love,
Honey Bear
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Oh, I love Honey Bear’s poem!
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Thanks, Ritu. Hav a grate Krismas – Huny Bear
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🥰🥰🥰
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What a sweet poem.
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Thank yoo, Sadje. Im glad you liked my pome. – Huny Bare
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It’s so adorable.
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I love the handwritten part, but boy am I glad for the translation! Adorable.
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My speling isnt verry good, HRR, But is was fun riting a pome. Mery Krimas!
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Loved it!
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Thank yoo, Eliza. Yoo mad my day! Mery Krismas – Huny Bear
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xo
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Absolutely love this, I was going to use the press this button but could not find it so I did one manually, then came to comment and it back…. The prices or the cats are testing me! 💜
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Thank yoo, Willow. My mom siad yoo reglobbed my pome and thats grate. Mery Krismas. – Huny Bear.
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That’s a really pleasure Honey Bear. By the way I am Ruby, willow’s Labrador, I asked her to reblog your fantastic poem 💜 lick lick 💜💜💜
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Lick lick slobber. ❤
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Why thank you 💜
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Honey Bear’s poem is perfect and I could read it without the translation! So cute. I agree with HB, no cats for Christmas!! Wuf Wuf, Dot.
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Hi Dot and Darlene, I’m so pleezed that you liked my pome. I like poetree. Hav a Mery Krismas. Wuf Wug – Huny Bare.
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Thank yoo so mush for sharring my pome, Ani and Soo. I’m so hapy to bee on yor blog today. I hav a buzy day with my mom but will be bak soon. Luv, Huny Bear.
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Thank you for coming over, Honey Bear… and for reglobbing… which I love almost as much as your pome 🙂
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Honey is napping, Sue. She loved visiting with everyone yesterday and today. And practicing her spelling though there hasn’t been much improvement. We had a blast. Thanks for sharing your glob with us. Lol.
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Ani is snoring after her adventure with the cat-owning dogsitter 🙂 Lovely to have you over, Diana and Honey!
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Cats will do that!
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So she gathers 😉
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This is such a cute poem, Ani. You are fortunate to have such a clever friend as Honey Bear. My cats, of course, would never do such naughty things and are quite the apples of my family’s collective eyes.
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Thanka for viziting, Robbie. I wish my kats were good, but they luv kliming the tree. Mery Krismas to yoo. And yor kats. ❤ – Huny Bear
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Love the poem! Another anti-antler post for An!
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I luv riting poetree, PEnsivity. I dont like anlters ether. Or other hats. Thank yoo for liking my pome! Mery Krismas. ❤ – Huny Bare
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thanks Huny Bare. Have a snuggly Krismas.
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Lol, those sneaky cats! Loved this, Diana 🙂
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My mom siad I didnt do the repply rite. This globbing thing is difikult. The repply is bello. 🙂 Luv Huny Bear.
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Lol, you did just fine 🙂
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My mom mad me rite a pome for Ani, Jacquie. I desided to rite about my kats. It was fun. I hope yoo hav a Mery Krismas. Diana says thanks for viziting! ❤
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Oh, I just LOVE IT! ❤ xoxoxo Merry Christmas dear Ani and Honey Bear… You're awesome! xoxo
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Thank yoo, Bette. My mom siad that you rite beutiful poetree called hikoo. 🙂 Im glad you like my pome. Mery Krismas in Mane!
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Hugs for you and for Mom too… Merry Christmas! ❤ xx
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A wonderful addition for Ani’s advent calendar!
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Thank yoo! I had alot of fun riting this pome about kats for Ani, but she says kats arent too mischivus wen she sees them. Mine are nawty. Mery Krismas! – Humy Bear.
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank yoo for reglobbing my pome. My mom siad thats awsome! Yoo gav me a big smile!
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What a wonderful, lovely and funny poem. Thank you Honey Bear. Michael
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Thank yoo, Michael, for yor grate coment! I had fun riting this pome for Ani. I hope yoo dont hav any nawty kats. Mery Krismas! – Huny Bare.
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My dog, Honey Bear, wrote a poem for Ani’s Advent 2019. Ani is Sue Vincent’s adorable and talented pup. The spelling is atrocious, but there is a translation for those who don’t read “dog.” I hope you get a smile. Happy Holidays from Honey Bear.
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I love this, Diana! Merry Christmas!
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Thank yoo, Jill. I think dogs and poetree go together verry well. Ani is a grate poet. Merry Krismas!
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❤
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That’s adorable. 🐶 (Love the name Honey Bear.) As I mentioned, I’m a cat person (sorry Honey Bear & Ani) so I’m there’s a translation. 😉
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*glad
I’m GLAD there’s a translation. *sigh*
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I sorta like kats, Sarah, but there nawtier than dogs. I hope yoo and yor kats hav a merry krismas and they dont nock over the tree. 🙂
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Thanks! 🎄🐱
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Ha! Lovely and lighthearted – though I love cats too.
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Thanks, Jina. Sometimes kats are fiendly and sometimes they skratch my nose. I hope yors are good ones and dont skratch. Hav a grate halliday! – Huny Bare.<3
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Hi! Honey Bear’s poem is adorable! I loved this post. Happy Holidays! ❤
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Thank yoo so mulch, Vashti. Im glad you thoght my pome was adorabble. I had fun riting it. Now I hav to go bak to my nap. Hapy Krismas! ❤
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Ha, ha! My first thought was, ‘Wow, she must have had one too many tequila shots,’ and then I remembered it was Honey Bear replying to my comment! 😉 xo
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Ha ha ha. Tequila sounds like fun… a little salt… a wedge of lime. Nope, just a sober Honey Bear.
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You are so right, Diana! Honey Bear’s poem made me smile and remember the sweet cats from my childhood who always jumped upon the shiny tree…
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Thank yoo, Kim, for viziting. I luved riting this pome for Ani’s Adventure. I hope yor kats wernt as nawty as mine. And I hope yoo hav a grate Krimas! – Luv Huny Bare.
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Thank yoo, too!
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Lol, just read this at Diana’s blog. So had to read again! Clever and fun. ❤
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I loved it 🙂
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At leest heer yoo got to reed the translashun, Debby. I had fun riting the pome even if my speling isnt purfect. Hav a wonderfull Krismas and Hapy new yeer. – Huny Bare.
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Aw, thanck U so much Huny Bare. LOL. Happy Christmas and New Year to you Diana – and Honey. ❤
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Diana, this is adorable! 😀 I love the poem and the hand/paw written part, including the actual paw print! I’m having fun reading all the comments too … inspired and has me chuckling away! 😀😀
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I gooft up agen and put my repply in the rong place. Sory. My mom siad to tell yoo its belo. This globbing thing is difikult. But lotsa fun. – Huny Baer
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Huny Bear, I will take a look see! 😀
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Thank yoo, Annika. That paprint is my signachur. Its hard to rite with a pensil, and speling makes no cence at all. I dont no how yoo keep trak of all the difrent sounds and leters. Anyway, Mery Krismas and Im glad yoo liked my pome! – Luv Huny Brer.
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I have to say, I agree with Honey Bear’s poetic take on cats.
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Thank yoo, Liz. My mom likes to cuddul with kats, but i think all her cudduls shood be for me. I’m hapy that yoo agree. She siad she finished yor book and luved it. Now she needs to reed Ani’s book to me! Mery Krismas!
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Thanks, Honey Bear! I’m glad your mom loved my book. Perhaps you’ll learn to read one day??
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My mom reeds to me when we cuddul. 🙂
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You have a very good mom, Honey Bear!
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Yep, that’s cats and Christmas trees alright. 😀
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Yor so rite, Widdershins. our kats alredy broke wun of the glass balls. Im sure mor will smash befor the holliday. i wish yoo a Mery Krismas and hope yoo hav a grate new yeer too. – Huny Bear
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Honey Bear, not to worry. Your two-legs will always love you best (and maybe even make sure you have a treat under that worrisome Christmas tree on December 25!). 🙂 xo
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I reelly like hotdogs and bolonee, Pam, but my mom will put sumthing speshul beneeth the tree too. Thihs morning were having bakon. 🙂 Thanks for viziting and hav a grate day! – Huny Bear. ❤
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I haven’t even met you yet, Honey Bear, but I’m already in love with you. Sending you dozens of doggy pets and hugs. ❤
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Well, I can’t agree with Honey Bear… but this is still absolutely adorable. Huge hugs, Sue and Diana. Meowy Catmouse and happy New Year.
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Happy Christmas hugs, Teagan 🙂
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I think yoo must like kats, Teagan. I like them too, but not kliming in the tree. My are verry nawty. I hope you have a grate Krismas and do lots of riting! My mom luvs yor stories. – luv Huny Bare. ❤
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