Ode to Theodore (while pooping)
Aug. 13th, 2009 06:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
palsgraf_polkaI was sitting on the can taking a crap just now, and Theo came in to join me for moral support, and I composed a poem in his honor while sitting:
Theodore, oh Theodore,
My tuna of fat,
My favorite cat.
You are so sweet,
With your little white feet,
Begging for just one more pat.
Theodore, oh Theodore,
My tuna of fat,
My favorite cat.
You are so sweet,
With your little white feet,
Begging for just one more pat.
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Date: 2009-08-17 01:33 am (UTC)I don't make up poems about my cat, but I do sing silly songs to her. "Mama loves the Liza, yes she does, yes she does, yes she does." And other things. I'm convinced that one of the best reasons to have pets is that you can talk to yourself and pretend you're not.