Your Master Has Left Me Here Alone In This Kitchen, Cat
October 3rd, 2009A new bike ride friend said, ‘Hey come to the party,’ okay. But she had to go by her house first. ‘Restroom stop,’ she said. But now it’s just you and me, Cat. Murky water. Perhaps you have been lonely and she thought I looked like my petting was strong. It is, Cat, but you may never know, hunkered down in your cat-chow.
October 3rd, 2009 at 8:56 pm
Update: this party is an even more odd social croquet court. A doozy, you might say. If you said stuff like that.