It's blog time. Now, let me see. What's the news this week?
Well, weather sunny. Leaves falling, so garden ragged and future bleak.
Coughs and sneezes, gags and wheezes. Winter's coming and money's tight.
More time indoors on humans' bed. Three meals a day, so that's alright.
Housemate Millhouse; odd methinks in choice of sleeping station.
Decides he'll make the bathroom his preferred sleep location.
'How comforting! think humans when calling for a pee
To hear a purr from down below - just beside their knee!
When flush be pressed, his neck is craned to watch the waters flow
Then, when it's gone, settles down 'til another wants to go.
He has many peculiar fetishes which a psychoanalysist may treat
Such as when he sleeps with humans, it must be on their feet.
Or where there's any car on the drive, which has just pulled up upon it,
He feels such an urgent need to curl up on it's bonnet. (US: Sorry hood didn't scan!)
My blog, I fear, is short this week 'cos Mister's got a cold'
He says he's feeling dozy, lazy and really rather old.
Nevermind, I quite like him being sleepy. Well, I'd doze with him all day
It's just that when he sneezes oh so loud, it makes me run away!
Aaaaah-ti-shoooo!
Herky
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