I wrote a lovely poem and I'm not certain if you can read it or not so I'm going to paste it below:

He waits with patience

The mouse adjacent

To his paws

The mouse, unwary

The cat, solitary

With his claws

The cat about to pounce

Power ounce by ounce

Alas, he misses

Then he hisses

All power and no aim

Without a goal, he’s lame

The mouse remains

The cat’s stomach, the same.

YAY! Awesome poem!  Oh, that was silly I just complimented myself.  Oh well, it's my blog.  That is, Cosmo the Pluffkin's blog.  I think I said this before though.  Nachos!  This blog is nacho blog!  Mwa ha ha ha!  It is mwa's blog.  As in Mwa ha ha blog!

Yesterday I ate a chicken sandwich and waffle fries and lemonade for lunch.  But I didn't have a milkshake.

  NO! My sister went back to college today.  That means I won't see her again until summer.  No wait, spring.  In that case it's slightly better.  But only slightly.  I MISSES HER.  I also miss Muppet but that's not so bad since drama club starts up next week so we can act together again.  I hope I wasn't supposed to memorize something for it.  I submitted a story to this beam thingy that Muppet is doing.

I guess I'll put it here too:

Tiger, the kitten, was told strictly not to climb the book shelf.  But he couldn’t help himself: there at the top was an enormous peacock feather sitting silently, almost mockingly, inside of a pink pencil holder.

He imagined he was hunting a monstrous bird in a jungle.  He jumped from one bouncy toadstool to the next.  He gripped onto a vine and climbed high into the treetops.  The bird sat still on a branch far out of reach of the kitten.  The tree began to shake from underneath Tiger.  He looked below to see a wolf sitting far below him.  It howled hungrily at him.

Tiger gasped as he slipped.  Fortunately he grabbed onto a strong fern growing on the tree and was able to climb back up. Tiger looked across the space between his tree and the tree that the bird was sitting on. The bird was preening itself and glaring at Tiger.  It squawked a menacing cackle at the small orange kitten.  He leapt as far as he could.  He scrambled up the dry sturdy bark of the tree.

The bird, startled, floated to a lower branch.  The wolf barked loudly at the cat.   The cat looked up into the blue August sky.  Vulture’s shadows shaded the sun’s bright rays.  They swooped closer and closer to the limb that Tiger was sitting on.  One knocked him off and he felt himself falling, falling, helplessly through time and space.  Was this the end?  He certainly hoped not.  He fell onto a soft fluffy pile of leaves.

Just as Tiger was climbing out of the leaves, a dark shape scooped him up into the air.  He couldn’t stand it.  He mewed for help but he was drawn closer and closer to the strange dark shape’s body.  The shape felt warm.

Tiger looked up realizing that the dark shape was only his owner.  The ‘toadstools’ were simply a sofa and an armchair; as for the vultures, it was simply the fan spinning.  The wolf was the dog; the leaves, a pile of laundry.  All this time he was in the safest place in the world, his home.

Now you see why 'Whiskers' and 'Meows' made it on to the blog title.  LOL.

That's enough for one day.

This is Pluffkin signing out!  Ooh now I sound like an awesome FBI agent or something.  That stands for Fluffy Bunnies Inc. BTW.  And that means Big Tough Waterbuffalo BTW. LOL