Shamus, our only live cat, made it impossible to type.
So I composed this verse instead.
Why, Lord, when our cat wants to rest,
must he rest right on top of my chest?
And why must he circle
and claw ‘til I’m purple?
Am I really too firm for a nest?
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Wednesday, June 9, 2010
WHEN SOMEBODY KNEADS YOU
Note: I reclined on the couch with my laptop and tried to finish a play.
Shamus, our only live cat, made it impossible to type.
So I composed this verse instead.
Shamus, our only live cat, made it impossible to type.
So I composed this verse instead.
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