At our house when we eat cheese we all eat cheese,
No one is a connoisseur,
The kittens dive in with all teeth,
Clinging to the cheese like ferocious rats,
Molly my gray and white long-haired Maine Coon who was a boy,
Sex in names hold no preference to me I like a name I use it a lot don’t like the name don’t matter I’m not going to use it,
Molly bites singing his teeth deep into the trunk and bright enough to know that if he wants to keep it and eat it he needs to wander to a safe place away from the children,
You know kittens,
it’s amazing that the kitten’s grandfather always did this too Dude,
But, I have come long since to find that all cats must do it because Molly was it related to Dude,
Savagery wears thin as a cheese dining decreases,
But auntie Bell always says a chunk for her ramen noodles,
After the noodles come out the cheese is always there at the bottom reading for the last drops of the liquid to be savored,
There’s Lily sitting on top of a larger tree canal by the window surveying the room I’m looking for the last chunk of cheese that has gone missing and no one has noticed there it is and right in front,
The boys Jesse and Chester are combing my blanket hoping with high hopes that there’s one last crumb,
The cheese eating seems to have taken a nanosecond now everyone’s taking a bath,
My littlest girl Emily has come to sit on my shoulder her eyes are still icky from the cold she possessed,
Cheese might not be a wise choice but in order for me to have any I need to share because no one will let me eat it alone,
Val Whitewolf 