So as we gave the month's notice a while back and prepared to move from our shack, which we may or may not have written about by now, intruders galore came with a raised eyebrow.
You have cats?
Asked the dingbats.
Like they didn't see us run away.
Blind as a bat I say.
But there is no smell.
Like what the hell?
Pat has OCD.
He cleans the litter after we pee.
That cat house is huge.
No shit, stooge.
Humans are dumb.
Stating the obvious and then some.
How many cats are here?
We heard that come near.
Heard it more than once.
Three times from the same dunce.
That cat house is a palace.
What is this? Reruns of Dallas?
At least it beats a remake.
Sadly, there was many a double take.
You have two cat towers?
Idiocy must come in showers.
There was two in sight.
So two took flight.
That is one big litter box.
They may or may not have got litter on their socks.
Serves them right we say.
It was the month of obvious statements at our bay.
Do the cats use it?
Nah, they squat and have a shit.
They do it anywhere it all.
Pffft and I'm a dog at my hall.
That is a mighty large house for the cats.
And back to the repeat dingbats.
Can I go take a nap?
Gotta love, not really, the repeat crap.
And what about the place?
What did they say to it's embrace?
Why that one they all repeated too.
There isn't much of a view.
Really, that is all 99.99% of them said about the place. The rest of the time they were taking about us in our space. Don't you think they'd want to know about it and not about the big litter box in which we shit? We ran away most of the time. Once I stalked them and they thought that a crime. I gave a little growl and they stayed clear, quite afraid of my rhyming rear. I like when that comes to pass. Can't beat a ruling little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.