July 24, 2008

• cat

  

  i like how when i asked you to take a picture, you sat up, all poised like a nice little kitty.  but then at night, when i try to sleep, you run around like a madman, chasing invisible giants, giving loquacious speeches after chomping on your food, knocking down cups and gnawing on my precious flowers.  so i try to stay mad at you the next morning when my eyes bag with sleep.  i move from one end of the the room to another, and you follow me as soon as i am out of sight.  so i pick you up like a baby, and you meow in your contented simplicity.  cat, you are the bane of my existence - melting me in every way.

  • 10:14 pm
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