Conversation with a Cat #2

Conversation with Bernie the Cat after him using the ‘box.’  Understand…his box, and my bathroom are housed within the same four walls.

Oh I can’t take another heartache…
Though you say you’re my friend, I’m at my wit’s end”

I had been beside myself…with the aroma…swarming the room.

My eyes all aglow as though, Linda Blair from the Exorcist…

“You say your love is bonafide, but that don’t coincide!!!  With the lack of love, impudent affection…with all the things that you do!

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And, when I ask you to be nice, Bernie, you say…”

“You’ve gotta be cruel to be kind, in the right measure.  Cruel to be kind.  It’s a very good sign when you clean the box.  Cruel to be kind…when I walk away from your touch…means that I love you!”

Anguished from the devil’s love on four white paws.  Disturbed by the missing access to Lysol…I pouted…

“Well I do my best to understand dear!  But you still mystify and I want to know why.  I pick your shit up off the ground.  Just to have you turn your nose up in the air…and knock me down again and again.”

Have a seat we should talk

Disgusted with humans, humanity and closed in places…The ‘Bern’ turned his stinky ass toward me…sashayed out the door and only responded with…

“You’ve gotta be cruel to be kind, in the right measure.  Cruel to be kind!  It is a very good sign!  Cruel to be kind…means that I love you!”

theBern

 

Conversation with the Cat

“What would you do if I sang out of tune?  Would you stand up and walk out on me?  I asked with hesitation.

“WTF.  Are you off meds again.  I walk out on you all the time?”  hissed the cat.

“I bet your wondering…What do I do when my love is away?

“Does it worry you to be lone?  You are such a pussy.” spit the cat.

“I bet you’re wondering…How do I feel by the end of the day”

Watching the thought bubble dribbling from the Cat’s head.  I had known the answer…

“Who gives a shit?”

The Cat smirked, a Cheshire Cat smile…“Are you sad because you’re on your own?”

Frustrated and bleeding from recent cat scratches: I spoke with more authority…

“No, I get by with a little help from friends.  I get high with a little help from my friends.  I’m gonna keep trying with…a little help from my friends!”

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After the Cat took a dump in the litter box.  She strutted back…

“Do you need anybody?  Could it be anybody?”

Not feeling the love…I shouted…

“I just need somebody to love, goddamn it!”

The Cat had recently met a new, un-neutered Tom Cat in the backyard.  And, she had been strutting about the lawn…as of late.

She questioned me…“Would you believe in love at first sight?”

“Yes, I’m certain that it happens all the time!”

After leaving her new boyfriend bemused and confused.   The scent of her daydream believer had turned to dangerous, frisky night.  Her next philosophical inquiry?

“What do you see when you turn out the light?”

Coming back from lighting a scented candle.  Hoping to overwhelm the cat box aroma of evil.  I settled back in the fur lined desk chair.

“I can’t tell you but I know it’s mine.”

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The Cat finally flopped at my feet antagonizing me.  Teasing me to scratch her belly! “Fuck that.  Loving and hating you…is such a fine line!”

 

 

 

#Thoughts About Dogs

Plumes of smoke fill the air.  Leaving the dogs without a care.  Four paws reliant on a whim.

Distraction…only their own personal flair.

imageedit_2_8590129259If I could live in their moment…I would.

Capturing time…neither good, nor bad…

Just understood.

 

Barking Up the Wrong Tree

It makes the least and, the most amount of sense.

A simple…play fighting 4

‘this is the only road I will ever be on.’

An elder in a pack of three…having barked up the wrong tree.

Never knowing with certainty…

How the chaotic nature of things will regard me.