No!

Why going ballistic at three o nine am,

There’s a damn cat in on my towels I have never used!

I need tubs for my blankets,

Or totes,

Tubs for my never used new towels,

Needy animals in my way,

Cats all wanting loving,

Tied up cupboards to keep cats out.

I sit down to write kittens all being needy,

No lap for Boots only true kitty who needs my lap,

I have one chair,

Penny telling me I need a cat box and a half per cat, funny most I ever counted at her how were six,

Six always full,

This is my first home I have always hated Iowa,

Peace comes to my spirit in the Dakota’s,

And the Blue hills of northern Wisconsin,

And my Virginia,

Young kitties of which I have five are like us humans for the first time about two in a grocery cart,All hands and arms,

I can’t breathe,

Some cashier is asking mom,

Mrs Heike what are you gonna make with six bags of marshmallows,one potato and one egg!

Mom a young woman with second baby in cart,

Looking behind us mom sees a trail of my devastation,

Now Theodore is chewing on Molly’s head and stepping on Mr. Boots,

Walmart is so inconsiderate not opening until six am,

There’s a reason older cats sleep as high up as they can get,

No babies!

Mother cats are done raising young when babies are two months old,

I’m sure the reason Goodall studied the great Apes was kittens,

Now I have two kittens and the oldest on my lap,

Shit its only ten to four am,

You will find at moments like this WordPress is not a writers friend!

Pay attention dear poet!

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