Hello that’s one of the things I am.
Somedays We Think wish all would take a nap.
I slip away,
English muffins toasted with cream cheese,
Mr. Black my oldest believes to his core I’m his.
Wanders the floor,
Peers in all corners,
Climbs upon my chest,
Squeezes things best not mentiined,
I open the recycled thirty-two oz. Plastic yogurt tub,
Safely nestled insude rest four pieces from two English kuffins,
Love my black and decker toaster.
It doesn’t bake,
My little black toaster was to be slippers,
But my feet are ski’s,
So toasters Walmart has, slippr um, nope!
I truely am happy with the little fellow,
Upon the muffin I lathered,
Can I say or use lathered to share the amount if cheese I used?
I think so since only poet in the room is me and I rather like the word.
Lathered thickly enough for me and my black cat should.he ask!
It soulded like a lot of muffin and cheese,
In actuality its far less if you have to share.
Black totally does not ger waiting,
Or writting see I have also brought yogurt with protein.
He, Mr.Black loves that more then me!
Greek yummy and thick,
Momma Emily and her two kittens are wondeeing a muck in kitchen.
Might be sleeping in the hall.
About One they will all be put in kitty detention.
It really isn’t that bad. I have two small bedrooms,
Momma and babies are in first room,
Black in the other one, my TV room.
See the Schwan dude comes today,
Can’t fling front door open and not loose a baby.
Even annoying at times they are family,
And that’s plenty.