14 November 2009

Sugar Embarks

This is the picture of a cat with danger on his mind.

With visions of chasing wild mice through the fields.

Cavorting with the idea of scaling a tree.

A hero who knows his luck in surviving his birth.

Thinking of tying on his cape and launching out.

But then having second thoughts:
I lurv air conditioning.
I revel in kitty snacks on command.
I heart soft carpet and a squishy bed.

If I go, I will not survive.

I am housecat.
Hear me gain five pounds.

(And no, Tommy, we did not have his ears clipped for migratory purposes....)

2 comments:

  1. i'm pretty sure our cats are from the same mold. except for lexi. she's 1 part feline and 9 parts pure insanity.

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  2. That cat cracks me up...and his mama too! ;)

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