Right after I published the blog on my cat problems today, another writer posted a series of haikus about cats. Thanks to David Roth:
So you want to play.
Will I claw at dancing string?
Your ankle's closer.
I don't mind being
Teased, any more than you mind
A skin graft or two.
So you call this thing
Your "cat carrier." I call
These my "blades of death."
Your mouth is moving;
Up and down, emitting noise.
I've lost interest.
My brain: walnut-sized.
Yours: largest among primates.
Yet, who leaves for work?
Most problems can be
Ignored. The more difficult
Ones can be slept through.
Seeking solitude
I am locked in the closet.
For once I need you.
There's no dignity
In being sick - which is why
I don't tell you where.
My affection is conditional.
Don't stand up,
It's your lap I love.
Cats can't steal the breath
Of children. But if my tail's
Pulled again, I'll learn.
Toy mice, dancing yarn
Meowing sounds. I'm convinced:
You're an idiot.
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