pussies, kitties, felines,

  FURBALL SPITTING CATS…

OKAY! You’re right, we have been a bit “ruff” on cats of late,

But now I am tired of all the love shown these wastes of fur,

Better to use the unused fur on a warm mitten,

Rather than that of a pain in the butt little kitten,

           What do they do for ya?

Sit around and make furball’s all day, giving you something,

To clean off your brand new rug, and then go up to your bed,

And do the same thing there,

Oh how cute, it upchucked in my hair,

What good are they, do they fetch the paper, or your slippers,

Or let you know when a burglar is lurking,

No, that duty they are usually shirking,

Peeing & pooping in the box you just preened,

Cause it stood there and made noises like it would die, if not cleaned…

Oh yes they sit in your lap and purr the day away,

Sure, just remember what happens when their dinner is not ready on time,

Screaming and shouting, I want my dinner, I want my dinner,

Is all you hear, from that whining mouth, perfectly clear,

If that were your kid, you would have boxed his ears,

But no this is your cat, your kitty, your baby so dear…

Okay so here my rant is done,

I know I will be inundated with more mundane reviews, regarding same,

All or mostly so freakin’ lame, but the gist of this is,

My relationship with cats, kitties, pussies or felines,

Has never been very happy, hell would be better with that of an equine,

You never hear them for their dinner, whine…

                                                                                      (ed)