Email from a friend....

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....included these little gems:

Haiku Written by Cats

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 is 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 is taken.
Your mouth is moving;
Up and down, emitting noise.
I've lost interest.
My brain: walnut-sized.
Yours: largest among primates.
Yet, who leaves for work?
Most problems can be
Ignored. The more difficult
Ones can be slept through.
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."
Toy mice, dancing yarn
Meowing sounds. I'm convinced:
You're an idiot.


These are so perfectly feline.

Mama T:

Thank you for asking for a special patron saint for 2006 to be drawn for you! You were chosen by St. Augustine!

Please just let me know that you receive this message and of any connections between your saint and you.

God Bless

I don't much care for cats, although the ones that catch mice are useful. I used to like them, but I've spent so many years now forming people's characters that it's put me off anything that has an attitude and expects to be pampered.

I read this just after chasing the cats off the bed with the canned air. hilarious



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