When I go out,
my cat sprawls
on the carpet and
dismisses me with
a half-opened eye.
When I return, I
find him in the
same disdainful
posture.
But I imagine that
when I am gone
he calls his cat
buddies, they come
over, drink beer
and whiskey,
smoke cigars, play
poker and watch
kitty ****
Small wonder the
poor beast needs
so much sleep.
~mce
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
When I go out,
my cat sprawls
on the carpet and
dismisses me with
a half-opened eye.
When I return, I
find him in the
same disdainful
posture.
But I imagine that
when I am gone
he calls his cat
buddies, they come
over, drink beer
and whiskey,
smoke cigars, play
poker and watch
kitty ****
Small wonder the
poor beast needs
so much sleep.
~mce
