It's My Chair
22 February, 2010
Author: Shiloh
It's quite simple,
really.
You're a cat.
I'm your human.
This is my chair.
I fit into it just fine.
You,
on the other hand,
can lay stretched out
on a shelf,
curled up
on a pile of books,
or just tucked away
anywhere
that you feel comfortable.
I don't have that option.
I have this chair.
Therefore I must insist
that you vacate it.
Immediately.
Please...?
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| COLIN (69.157.0.105) -- Monday, February 22 2010, 06:39 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 (71.61.116.65) -- Sunday, May 23 2010, 10:22 pm The cat stoled your chair did he Shiloh. |
| shiloh (67.251.100.215) -- Monday, May 24 2010, 01:13 am it's in their job description... steal the human's chair... his pillow... wherever it's comfortable... |
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