The stories that define my complacent stroll through mediocrity
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Cat Scratch Fever
Just look at that hateful cat Because it may be the last time You ever see him in my house. Don't pee on my sofa and Believe you'll get away with It, because you're guilty. I saw. Doesn't that fancy litter box Mean anything to you, Tucker? I gave you tuna, catnip, love and Didn't expect a soiled sofa in return. Mean old Tucker, not the car too? It is the end, my feline friend...