Two is Twice as Better

There once was a Mitzu, who lived in Nat’s shoe.

He had white fur, and his feet were covered in poo.

He loved to nap and snore through the entire day;

but then at night he liked to sing and play.

He’d sing concertos and sopranos, for people to hear and rejoice.

For the world to heed and cry at his most marvellous voice.

Crowds would gather to listen, cats would gaze up in stupefaction;

and even the sight of Mitzu would get such a reaction.

Mitzu, you see, was a cat so very white.

His fur coat would shine brighter yet in the spotlight.

Dazing you with his majesty, people have and will,

seen him and cried ‘are you an angel?’

Mitzu was a talented cat. He can be a rabbit, mouse or cat.

Though no matter what he is, he’s always fat. (and in that,

I mean he was stuffed with talent.)

So Mitzu will go down in legend, you see.

As the grandest, greatest, talentesticiest cat, mouse, rabbit in history.

 

Tante Willabee Takes the Cake

 

 

"Tante Willabee, to put it lightly, did not travel light. In fact, even when she was not traveling, she was not very light. Tante Willabee loved frosted cake, especially the extra frosted kind." (Woe's Many Meetings, Professor Joe.)

 

 

Depicted here is Tante Willabee, standing as if in a dream before a slice of tea-time cake. The unfortunate soul who left it unattended will soon return only to find their plate empty.