New Kitten
So smol
I Knead on Your Organs
They are tenderizing us for a later meal it seems…….
The Artist
Cats are such misunderstood creatures….
I Sing the Song of My People
Our cats mid-night mewlings; are they singing? Are they communicating with Void-lings? It seems my cats are reciting poetry. Very loudly.
There’s a Cat on My Lap
Special guest writer today is humom: Every cat parent knows that you cannot move once there is a cat on one’s lap; it is sacrilege.
Pay Attention To Me!
The best way to get attention in our household seems to be with poetry. Also incessant meowing…..
Kit
Even kittens write poetry! But they are infinitely more adorable.
No One Knows
The joys of having cats and the mid-night surprises they leave us! It’s always better when they leave us poems they wrote though.
Murderous Filigree
Finally a peer into the mind of our cats when it comes to their midnight Christmas Tree destroying antics.
Battle of the Box
If they make fits, they do sits. Such epic battles can only be adequately expressed in poetry.
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