Every morning, I see littered paw prints on the counter and wonder what they have gotten into the night before. Sometimes the cats leave me poems about their mischievous nightly adventures as if it is something to be proud of.
food
I am glad my cat is expressing himself in poetry instead of senseless murders these days…..
We thought it be a great idea for our cat’s birthday to let him eat all that he wanted! Not so great idea.
Now my other cat has left me a poem by the food bowl to announce their displeasure. I believe they are collaborating.
Like some cruel joke from nature, cats are not born with opposable thumbs. They do have claws and the powers to knead on your organs while you sleep though. It is always important to make sure your cat is fed most often.
Got up too late one day for the morning feeds, and my cat left me this poem.
Idiosyncratic Mewsings 