Frank The Kitten

Frank Haiku 11010

Sometimes, in the dark,
I stare at Father and think
What if I bite him.

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Dad Haiku 00001

Frank is a rescue.
And as he purrs, he knows, he
rescued me right back.

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Frank Haiku 11001

Frank pauses mid-play
As O'Shea Jackson once said,
Today's a good day.

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Frank Haiku 11000

Fridge cat, what's your tale?
It might be a lot like mine
Long, floofy, and ornj.

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Frank Haiku 10111

Sometimes I see him
just as I am zooming by;
the cat in my fridge.

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Frank Haiku 10110

There's Salmon sushi
And clothing meant for climbing.
So dad is sharing.

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Frank Haiku 10101

Frank ponders his life.
Is there more that he should do?
He laughs. Frank is Frank.

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Frank Haiku 10100

Ev'ry single day,
Father does wondrous magic.
Where does my poop go?

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Frank Haiku 10011

I help wake Father
Biting toes has added perks
I learn new curse words

Frank Haiku 10010

The afternoon sun
The tap-tap of Father's work
Perfect for napping

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Frank Haiku 10001

If something dangles
It's an obvious chew toy
Even father's foot

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Frank, an orange kitten, is perched precariously on an open cat food storage container, seemingly concerned because the amount of food in it is low.

Haiku 10000

Time for a food check
Getting a little concerned
Frank can see bottom

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Haiku 01111

Dad exhales loudly
Thanking me for making it
Easy to pet me.

Haiku 01110

Yawns are contagious
If you don't believe it's true
Just ask my sister

Haiku 01101.

Frank? Why upside down?
A new perspective, I say.
Also, Frank is Frank.

Haiku 01100, by Frank

duty rests heavy
sleep beckons but must yet wait
fur won't spread itself

Haiku 01011 by Frank

I feel him watching,
fingers gently ruffling;
a breeze in summer

Father snores softly
But sun has been up for hours
Can't he sense I starve?

Frank sometimes feels smol
Just a tiny little speck
Mickey Rooney sized.

floppy fish staring
taunting Frank with his silence
the game continues

The deepest of thoughts
The burden of being ornj
...(nothing but static)...

The ancient mantra
Frank listens, he knows not why
If I fit, I sit.

There is a monster in the blanket and Frank must get it.

Hah. No. Also, when I mentioned another cat, she gave me this look.

A Frank Haiku

Frank sits in silence
Seeking the elusiveness
no thoughts; only ornj

Dad is playing Grounded 2 and the bugs, they run across the screen and Frank cannot catch them, so he patiently waits and bides his time.

Frank and his big sister, Chessie. Hard to believe that they were strangers less than a month ago. Proof that being ornj is worth +30 to Charisma.

Frank, an orange kitten, lies half on and half off of his manservant, who Frank is graciously allowing to serve as a cushion.

Greenies had. Now is time for the slep.

Frank demands Greenies.