Favorite Fluff Daughter
I have a finicky, fluffy, black and white, high-maintenance cat, Dinah, who likes a lot of company and who likes to licks the gravy off canned cat food but rarely eats the meat. And I have a very nice neighbor who comes to my house when I go away, feeds Dinah, turns on my stereo, then hangs out for a while and plays with her. And I have refrigerator magnet poetry, with which he composes messages to me about said cat. Here's one of my favorites:
favorite fluff daughter
always be happy
little rock symphony played
singing like ships through trips
she licked meat
and cherished friend
our never shave whiskers
favorite fluff daughter
always be happy
little rock symphony played
singing like ships through trips
she licked meat
and cherished friend
our never shave whiskers
posted by bluestocking at 7:47 AM
3 Comments:
That's very sweet. You should check though, it may be Dinah pushing the magnets around.
I should be so lucky as to have a cat that writes poetry.
I once had a cat who was a total pothead. He was always lying around, stoned. He never did much of anything except eat. Stupid stoner kitty...
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