In times of sorrow, it’s always good to have a cat beside you
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.
Here is the first of a series of poems written by cats expressing their desire for world domination. We all knew it was an inevitability, and now we have the poems to prove it.