February 25, 2009

Rightful Places

She puts me down at the foot of the bed
She tells me, "No kitties up by the head"
But I know for a fact that it's where I belong
So to tell her the truth, I make up a song.

And then I sing it to her. Loudly. Perched on the pillow, right where I should be. Still she doesn't understand. Why are humans so dense?

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