Jun 2014
I have a cat
he doesn't bother to clean himself
he sleeps wherever the sun warms his face
he cares for no one except himself
he pees all over the place
He'll follow you
for a gentle pet
his body feels like old scabs
and somehow he is always wet.
I sit in envy
he doesn't bother to clean himself
he sleeps wherever the sun warms his face
he cares for no one except himself
he pees all over the place
He'll follow you
for a gentle pet
his body feels like old scabs
and somehow he is always wet.
I sit in envy
dedicated to my old tomcat back home. Mr. Boo. He really is in the running for laziest, smelliest creature on the planet.
(CA)
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