Cat knocks stuff off the dresser,
rouses me from my slumber,
informs me of her hunger,
I tell her
the wages of noise (which at this hour
equates to sin) are beatings without number.
She’s no Christian. She knows I love her,
that I will do her no harm. Little fucker.
Her God is well trained. I get the can opener.
August 13th, 2012 at 4:48 am
“If man could be crossed with a cat, it would improve the man but deteriorate the cat.” – Mark Twain
August 13th, 2012 at 5:33 am
Thanks, everyone, for your kind comments over the last few days. They have been much appreciated.
August 10th, 2012 at 7:25 am
Well done!