My aunt Shirley just emailed this to me and cat humor was never humorous to me until I understood what the hell it meant. Love this though.
The food in my bowl
Is old, and more to the point
Contains no tuna.
So you want to play.
Will I claw at dancing string?
Your ankle's closer.
There's no dignity
In being sick - which is why
I don't tell you where.
Seeking solitude
I am locked in the closet.
For once I need you.
Tiny can, dumped in
Plastic bowl. Presentation,
One star; service: none.
Am I in your way?
You seem to have it backwards:This pillow's taken.
My affection is
conditional. Don't stand up,
It's your lap I love.
Cats can't steal the breath
Of children. But if my tail's
Pulled again, I'll learn.
I don't mind being
Teased, any more than you mind
A skin graft or two.
So you call this thing
Your "cat carrier." I call
These my "blades of death."
5 comments:
i have 2 cats too--tuxedo. They drive me nuts but give me love at the same time.
That's good, VJ, ver' funny. I love me some cats.
thanks Hoss, as I try to clean the cat hair from the keyboard to type....
Mwhahahhahaaaaa.
I have forgoten the joys of cat ownership. This was the perfect reminder of WHY.
:)
I. Love. Haiku. In fact, on some Fridays, a group of my friends and I e-mail each other in haiku format!
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I love reading the haiku!
Brief and to the point.
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