I was thinking, this morning
As my cat dragged my bacon off the plate and onto the new tablecloth
As my other cat tried to bury the newly smeared grease stain
As still another measured how far he could nudge a glass off the edge of the counter before it would fall and shatter,
And the first moved on to gnawing happily on the fresh flowers we'd tried to conceal from her,
And the second endeavored to pull the Christmas tree down by the bottom string of lights,
And the third clumsily swished a tail through what remained of my repast
I was thinking:
See, this is why we can't have nice things.