Scribbles and Scrambles - More Pet Poetry

Why oh why is your tongue in my ear?

At two a.m.?

Why do you need me

When I'm walking down the stairs?

If I call you, you stare

As if I am mute.

Then you turn your back.

But while I sleep, or read

or eat. Or work or try to walk through a room

you bat or purr or meow or pose.

A better name for a cat -- a not? Or a won't?

Feral gave me some three a.m inspiration. I've changed times in the poem -- poetic license and all that.

Is Kim the only one with good holiday memories? I expect a few more. I'm working on mine. It will involve music perchance.

And tomorrow...James Scott Bell - you really won't want to miss his answers...