I am glad my cat is expressing himself in poetry instead of senseless murders these days…..
The mid-night zoomies have always been one of cats’ greatest mysteries. What do they do in the middle of the night and why? All we know is that their humans are left with the carnage to deal with in the morning.
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.
My cat is being expressive in rhyming long form poetry now. I can’t make the rain stop, so maybe stop incessantly mewling at the door and asking for me to make it go away? Oh, and writing poetry about it? Seriously, go have a nap or something.