Cats,

No one understands books laying, My Sophie cat thinks books laying are steps, Precious thinks me playing cards on smartphone of no interest, Still Precious head needs to be in my face, What is it with butts, Sometimes the babies want to snuggle, Not with me but with the oldest female, Miss Emily will wash

Time to go the kitchen

Savages are in earnest, Sophie the scout, Starts wake up process, Stomping all over me, Then laying in me, Then kissing me by ramming her nose into my lips, That is my grey calico at her mist annoying, Then Precious for second time in two days takes down the lamp, Like a deer the lamp

Voice from within,

Awoke at four thirty, Desperately wanted positive outcome, Purpose inventory stock, Volumes of the written word, Touched base depressed friend, Did kitty chores, Set to it, One app was sure no book was without barcode, Many volumes first editions no code, Had to download another book app, Open a box Yell, Extract a cat, A

A friend,

With a lady for two years, Says she hated my adopted sisters guts. Always be careful who you tell you live alone to, My home mates are cats, Their sweet, Mostly non noisy, Except one always poops and misses box, Mr.Blacks older. Susan not a fan of snow, I’m not interested in anyone becoming in

Tinker

A delightful wee Yorkie, My neighbor brought her girl over today, My girls all girls ran before Tinker, Black my boy was in hiding, The kittens never saw a dog before, They ran to my office, Sat at the door, Mr. Black sat on my wee table and watched, It was more human and peaceful