For Tequila

=^..^= Cat Haiku =^..^=
The food in my bowl Is old, and more
to the point Contains no tuna.
Tiny can, dumped in Plastic bowl.
Presentation,
One star; service, none.
My brain: walnut sized. Yours: largest among primates.
Yet, who leaves for work?
So you want to play. Will I claw at dancing string?
Your ankle’s closer.
Am I in your way?
You seem to have this backwards.
This pillow’s taken.
There’s no dignity
In being sick–which is why I don’t tell you
where.
Seeking solitude
I am locked in the closet.
For once I need you.
Your mouth is moving,
Up and down, emitting noise.
I’ve lost interest.
The dog wags his tail,
Seeking approval.
See mine? Different message.
Cats can’t steal the
breath Of children.
But if my tail’s Pulled again, I’ll learn.
Most problems can
be Ignored.
The more difficult Ones can be slept through.
My affection is
conditional.
Don’t stand up, It’s your lap I love.
I don’t mind being Teased,
any more than you mind
A skin graft or two.
So you call this thing Your “cat
carrier.”
I call These my “blades of death.”
Toy mice, dancing yarn,
Meowing sounds.
I’m convinced You’re an idiot.
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