Last night, I sat on the sofa
while Mom’s friend from work,
went ahead and dug her toes into my back
So I’m fluffy. Not an excuse.
She proceeded to tickle my head,
tamper with whiskers I need
I can only hope,
Mom, don’t give her the scissors
Fat. But not a toy.
I continue to sit on my special end
No, my name isn’t Sheldon
Toes, the midnight snack of choice
Thus Mom named me Devilspawn
She wouldn’t leave, and stayed the night
Kicked me to the sill in the midst of Pomeranian dreams
Nothing I’d really like
But please, do bleed, as I succeed in puncturing your foot
Mom, I love you and all,
but coworkers aren’t roommates.
Cat No. 7 of the 500 Cats Project
s/he certainly looks angry!
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