Squeezleweasels and other things.

So, I've been feeling better. A lot better. For the first time since 2008. And much as I love online things such as this 'ere blog, I've been rather giddy over feeling better, and very busy as a result. But ne'er fear! The lovely Squeakles hath requested a pome about Squeezleweasels, a wonderful animal that exists purely for cuddles. Here goes, drumroll please!




I said DRUMROLL PLEASE.



Oh sod it. Y'can't get t'drummers these days. Imagine there was a drumroll, k?


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The Squeezleweasels

Squeezleweasels are fat and furry,
And warm, and nice, and rather squirmy.
But when they sit still long enough,
They turn into a ball of fluff.

Then it becomes extremely clear,
Why I hold them quite so dear:
They're perfect for a sneaky cuddle
When my mind is all a-muddle.

They also like extended snuggles,
(Even with us mere muggles)
For Squeezleweasels are kind like that,
And far less aloof than the average cat.

What, of course, I'm trying to say,
Is that Squeezleweasels rule the day;
They're squishy and squashy and hugabubbubble,
So get ye yer own for one hell of a cuddle!



Now drinking: White wine. And very lovely it ish too. *hic*