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As this marks the anniversary of the appearance on this earth of a certain woman named robyn_ma…
The cats and dogs will mass along the feeding line,
Expectant gazes and expectant mouths waiting, waiting, for the feeding:
Wet food, dry food, special formula, maybe a special scrap-treat, water enough to swim in (NEVER TO HAPPEN WATER IS SCARY AND BAD KEEP IT AWAY FROM ANYTHING BUT THEIR TONGUES)…
*snaps fingers again*
…And Robyn, the food co-bringer (along with listeningowl, the second food co-bringer), brings the food, the munchies, the tasty bits, the yum-yum stuff – maybe even the toys for post-meal cavorting,
(Even maybe the catnip that even the dogs might get into) –
And the pets are sated, satisfied, soothed by food and ready to play.
And Robyn is satisfied, and amused, and likely to say something funny and thoughtful,
Maybe said as her, maybe said as dr_clive_owen, maybe said as still another creation, another outlet for her word-gift, her thought-gift, her askew-view-of-the-world gift, because she is truly cool like that.
*snaps fingers yet again*
*burns his fingers from one finger-snap too many (a beat-poetry-cat occupational hazard, don’t you know, Daddy-O)*
OW! My finger.
Happy birthday, Robyn. You’re one of the big reasons I got into LJ in the first place. Thank you.