This is a poem from i can haz cheezburger. It reminds me of the cat who moved into my college apartment and strongly disliked my roommate and her boyfriend. Ralph Kitty got his name because he would vomit (ralph) when she fought with anyone. Mostly in her shoes. She was forever putting afoot into a shoe and shrieking because there was cat puke in it. He never, not even one time, left presents in MY shoes. But I bought his food and water (SHE is the one who brought him into our home, not me) and stood on the blacony blowing bubbles for him to chase int he courtyard.
Here is the poem:
After the Party
Your friend Pam
smells nice and applies
proper petting pressure
But
She says
The nastiest about
You when you
leave the room.
That is why
I pooped
in her purse
By Lynda Miston
Gotta love cat logic
Here is the poem:
After the Party
Your friend Pam
smells nice and applies
proper petting pressure
But
She says
The nastiest about
You when you
leave the room.
That is why
I pooped
in her purse
By Lynda Miston
Gotta love cat logic
