What's left in the bath room
After the smell has gone.
Leaves us to wonder
Is it a title for a song?
After the party is over
And the drunks are safely home.
There amidst the scattered debris,
Lies a sleeping cat, all alone.
I often wondered what animals think
And through it all still love us.
Some how we must be doing something right,
Cause the animals can't be all wrong.
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I just saw one of the neighbor's many cats streak along the back fence with a dove in its mouth and escape through a hole in the fence. And we feed those poor birds every day.
We may think that we have tame, domesticated cats in the house, but even though we feed them handsomely, they prefer wild, uncooked meat. They probably think that it, “tastes like chicken.”
Ron