A friend of mine just reminded me of this little masterpiece I wrote a while back:
Cats
by Kitty
eat
sleep
pee
wash
sleep
poop
wash
play
sleep
eat
sleep
Sun | Mon | Tue | Wed | Thu | Fri | Sat |
---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
1 | ||||||
2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |
9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 |
16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 |
23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 |
30 | 31 |
Hmmm, sounds a little like my life, too.
Posted by: Michael | Tuesday, September 05, 2006 at 07:47 AM
Your masterpiece on cats brought a big smile to my face. You have captured the essence of cats in a very few words. Of course, on another level cat lovers like us also know what wonderful, loving companions they are.
Posted by: Lewis King | Tuesday, September 05, 2006 at 01:36 PM
Kitty, I don't know a thing about cats. I am higly allergic to them (I think the dander in their fur) and well, cats seem to be allergic to me. But your poem is cute as a button and sweet and funny. I wish some days we humans could sleep, wash, eat, sleep and repeat cycle. LOL:)
Posted by: Michael | Tuesday, September 05, 2006 at 02:57 PM
Heh! :)
What I'd love to know is why, when they have the whole of outside to play in, do they come in to pee and poop? It baffles me.
Posted by: Camy | Saturday, September 09, 2006 at 12:38 PM
That is so cute! Thanks Kitty!!
Posted by: CJ | Sunday, September 17, 2006 at 03:05 AM