That way when people show up, you're still a bit of a novelty to them. Especially you, as you blog as the Cat. I mean really, who in the hell would be interested in that arsemonkey Pat?
Geez, the nicest thing she ever said to the cat.
Who really cares about Pat?
He is so boring.
But at least, unlike the blue guy, there is no snoring.
The cat can jump high.
The cat can rhyme on every try.
The cat can make Pat clean his shit.
The cat is in control every bit.
Pat is just lame.
Even with a rhyming name.
Yep, just lame.
He is far too tame.
He sleeps when it's dark.
His claws can't leave a mark.
You know a scar is a good reminder,
Don't stick your arms in a kitty grinder.
I can sink to new lows,
And still strike a pose.
He has to pick up after me.
I make him run like a busy bee.
He has to work.
Sleeping during the day is my perk.
I don't have to make a dime,
And still I have huge cat towers I can climb.
Pat does numbers,
While we're in our slumbers.
Cassie isn't as lame.
A little though as she is an ocd dame.
Wait, numbers and work is the same.
Didn't I tell you he was lame?
This makes it hard to rhyme.
But at least he isn't a mime.
He even has to work out.
I can just run about,
Then my exercise is done.
I have more time for fun.
So Anne was right.
Good thing Pat doesn't run this site.
Did I say Irish Air was right?
Damn, did those paint fumes make their way to my site?
Aren't you glad it isn't run by Pat? You'd get accounting at our blog mat. I suppose tax season it may be a perk. The cat is so glad he never has to work. I can just put up a rhyme and sleep for a time. Be glad you have the cat's sass and his little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.