Bloggrocking blues

Hej, ta min tass och smek den varsamt. Det är jag som är Kix, även kallad Beppan Polis. Jag håller alltså ordning på allt här hemma, människor som djur. Utan mig skulle allt falla - det kan du stenhaja.

Jag älskar dammvippor...



...och kartonger.
Men dammvippor är roligast och ibland har jag lekt så mycket att jag somnat mitt i fajten...



...eller egentligen kan man säga att det är så kul att man lixom svimmar.

Min stora talang är få plats i små utrymmen. Så som väskor...



och kartonger...



Där kan jag sova i säkert flera ... minuter...



... sen får jag ryggvärk.

Vi tänker på dig ofta och saknar dig trotts att många år har gått sen du insjuknade. I taket sitter alltjämt en julgransboll med en katt med vita vingar som liknar dig . Du finns med oss dagligen. Vår älskade Mazze.

I STOOD BY YOUR BED LAST NIGHT
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me."

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew,
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."