It's My Chair
It's quite simple,
You're a cat.
I'm your human.
This is my chair.
I fit into it just fine.
on the other hand,
can lay stretched out
on a shelf,
on a pile of books,
or just tucked away
that you feel comfortable.
I don't have that option.
I have this chair.
Therefore I must insist
that you vacate it.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|COLIN (220.127.116.11) -- Monday, February 22 2010, 05:39 am|
...I have two cats - Mister Gabriel and Little Miss Tiffy - and they OWN me!
...but this is a nice DELIGHTFUL read by the way!
|Mike Rudolph (18.104.22.168) -- Sunday, May 23 2010, 09:22 pm|
The cat stoled your chair did he Shiloh.
|shiloh (22.214.171.124) -- Monday, May 24 2010, 12:13 am|
it's in their job description... steal the human's chair... his pillow... wherever it's comfortable...
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