Some say nice cats,
Some say look at mine,
Some Ooo and awe,
Some complain,
Some tell you what you need,
Some insist two litter box for each cat,
No one tells the cat,
Some talk a good talk but when through conversation had no content,
J know all sort,
Or should say knew all kinds,
Some moved,
Some died,
Some I got tired of their stupidity,
Some only hat one cat,
Some never did a litter box,
Some were creeps with several cats and three boxes,
Those boxes remind me of the tower of Babble,
I rise go potty care for my loves,
Feed my eldest,
Wander back to the kitchen to make my food,
Ponder have a poem stir to life so have to write before I make my food like now,
Dump last pail of poo,
Dump trash,
Make my breakfast,
Five to noon,
Bending and standing great exercise for a month and four days to sixty-five eat that Jane Fonda but then she’s in her eighties,
Bet there’s no creep sending a cop to check up on her,
Val Whitewolf 