Everyone should be so lucky
as to have a friend with nine lives
who doesn't also have a tail and
halloween creepy, dilated, green eyes.
Granted, I do have a problem
with vomiting about as often as a cat and
sometimes pee
where I shouldn't but,
when was the last time you tried
to talk to your cat about
anything politic?
I know tens times as much
about the world as
that bastard and
I bite half as hard and a quarter as often,
though my decision making is
probably as ill advised as
his passions, if not worse.
Sure, I am not as quiet or
sociable as I would be
with fur and a taste for
milk and butter and
shitloads of catnip,
but I am at least as adventurous
and enjoy long naps
in sunbeams just as much,
if not more,
and am absolutely golden for you.
