Fancy a slice of banana bread?

To grace your lovely tea-time spread,

Just one bite and you ‘re truly fed,

And it has chocolate in it too…

It’s Catherine’s little slice of heaven,

No need for yeast for it to leaven,

Don’t want one slice, just give me seven!

‘Cause it’s got chocolate in it too…

© Caro Ness 2016

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Yes, I am a piano cat,

I love Debussy, and that’s that,

So play me my favourite, Clair De Lune,

Us felines really love that tune!

Or how’s about a bit of Strauss, 

To have me scampering round the house? 

Or Bach or Field, Mozart, Scarlatti,

To make me purr like a buff Bugatti…

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016

I love you, and you love me,

We’re an overture, a symphony,

You’re a cat and I’m a dog,

But we’re digital not analogue.

We’ve always been a sister and brother,

Because us two adore each other.

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016

I may be a poet, but I trained as a chef,

And here is a soufflé that I like the best!

Smoked haddock is great in a fine kedgeree,

But this is a recipe that does it for me!

Pop to our blog and examine our post,

Kedgeree/soufflé, which do you like the most?

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016

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This deliciously beautiful, vibrant bouquet, 

Was a gift from the cats and the dog to say,

We’re sorry that your dog Macgregor died,

He’d have been our brother if he’d survived,

Don’t be sad mama, don’t weep and cuss,

Because you know that you still have us.

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This is Laurent, he’s here tuning my Steck,

When I discovered this beauty, it was a wreck…

Untouched, unloved, and covered in paint,

Underneath which we found some work of restraint.

The design of this stunning baby grand piano,

Unmistakably dates it to the age of Art Deco.

I’m told by Helen, who has one just the same,

That Peter Gabriel played one when he shot to fame.

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016

This is Guinness, she’s a black panther cat,

There’s no white on her, and that is that.

She’s sleek, she’s smooth, she’s a killing machine,

She’s the best mouser that you’ve ever seen.

© Text Caro Ness 2016

Image Malcolm Ness

My wife and I love a darned good book,

All we have to do is take one look,

And we’re lost in worlds of intrigue, romance,

Of rags to riches, of circumstance,

Of melodrama or history,

Or detective tales of mystery.

We have books between us to sink a ship,

So my wife decided to get a grip,

And buy some beautiful library stairs,

To preclude the need to climb on chairs,

To reach that tome on the very top shelf,

She needs some love (mental note to self). 

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016

Peonies
These are the flowers my wife bought for me,
My mama’s favourite flower, the peony,
A simple yet beautiful pink bouquet
To celebrate July 12th, her birthday.
It was also the day that my dog, Macgregor died,
It’s a day on which I’ve cried and cried,
Yet I like to think they’re looking after each other,
My mama and her canine brother.
© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016 July 

These are the flowers my wife bought for me,

My mama’s favourite flower, the peony,

A simple yet beautiful pink bouquet

To celebrate July 12th, her birthday.

It was also the day that my dog, Macgregor died,

It’s a day on which I’ve cried and cried,

Yet I like to think they’re looking after each other,

My mama and her canine brother.

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016