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[aid] => mick
[title] => being catty about pussy
[time] => 2011-05-14 23:09:25
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[bodytext] => The cat stands over its bowl fake drooling,dripping whilst eating it all she purrs then walks to me maintaining a distance of 3 feet she sits, aside, then stares until she realises I don't care then she preens, whilst waiting for contact wondering what my emotions say we've always been that way. The cat lies on her front her paws tucked over, no need to hunt her head hangs over the ground she chooses not to make a sound a most pristine and regal way for this small creature to sit there and say without small words or action that I am just a fraction I feel small she waits, or does she rest? I sit typing in my undies and vest for she just woke me now I had to feed her, her croakie MIAOW? Before I go back to bed suppressing the thought that I wished her dead I open the window and beckon/force her to go She follows her routine ignores my directions, continues to preen I make tweet tweet birdy sounds she sniffs the air, then covers the ground jumps chair, across to the table then round the t.v and cables quick hop to windowsill where there's a way, cat's just will... unless you tell them to. I “encourage” her to go in a physical act, then close the window routine repeated again I look at her and hope it rains I know cat lovers will grieve no love is shown, but please believe that I look after her well walking round in my underpants, doesn't that tell? What a wonderful gift she was I thank the lord every day for this brown scratchy hissy bundle that 12 years ago came my way But I think I've done my time when will her clock stop to tick? I know my attitude it is bad but you don't have to clean up her sick I'm not equipped with the body clock every morning at stupid o'clock doesn't rock She was bought for the whims of my kids but from responsibility they surely hid and so every morning i wait for her to routinely MIAOW and cause hate but she's out now, I sit on the bog and think. No, wish that I'd rather have bought a dog. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 218 [topic] => 29 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => PetPoems )
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