Have you noticed how cats have an uncannily perfect sense of timing? They drive you up the wall until you’re at screaming point, then turn on the charm faucet full blast so your fury just melts away at their cuteness?
Here is a tribute to them in verse, maddening little b*ggers…
Puddytat, I love you so, but your arrogance is stifling
When you yowl to get outside and force me to obey
You sit there, bored and yawing wide, your interest merely trifling
“I may go out, but maybe not. There’s time to spare till doomsday.”
Much as I respect my cats I do get twitchy waiting
For them to make decisions as to if it’s in or out [Read more…]