It's been a while since we've posted about our humble cat.
So it is with great pleasure and joy
that I show you all the places that our photogenic feline sat
but at the same time, be oh-so-coy.
He starts out his days doing cart-wheels and 'jacks
outside our bedroom, he thinks and he ploys,
"To open their door, I'll get running then 'SPLAT!'
That will get 'em up, oh yes - oh boy!"
*(note reflection in the glass)*
After shoes have been thrown and his belly's been fed,
he hops in the shower to sprinkle water on his head.
A short-lived spritz before a chase-down from Bobby,
he heads to the litter pan with his "Men's Health" and coffee.
He spends his days chasing flies and dust bunnies
and when he gets tired he'll sit kinda funny.
He'll crawl under the sheets or under the dresser
and play hide-and-seek with his "roommates," but he's not the guesser :o)
Around 5 o'clock, he'll get pretty hungry,
so what does he do? He sits by the laundry.
He'll prod our dinner plates with his delicate paws,
clearing the table with one big "swoop" without flaw.
It's off to the kitchen he goes to stand at my feet,
following me around like some little lost sheep.
Curled up in a hat or under a bike,
he finally settles down for the rest of the night.
It's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it!
*(Baby Killian)*
So it is with great pleasure and joy
that I show you all the places that our photogenic feline sat
but at the same time, be oh-so-coy.
He starts out his days doing cart-wheels and 'jacks
outside our bedroom, he thinks and he ploys,
"To open their door, I'll get running then 'SPLAT!'
That will get 'em up, oh yes - oh boy!"
*(note reflection in the glass)*After shoes have been thrown and his belly's been fed,
he hops in the shower to sprinkle water on his head.
A short-lived spritz before a chase-down from Bobby,
he heads to the litter pan with his "Men's Health" and coffee.
He spends his days chasing flies and dust bunnies
and when he gets tired he'll sit kinda funny.
He'll crawl under the sheets or under the dresser
and play hide-and-seek with his "roommates," but he's not the guesser :o)
Around 5 o'clock, he'll get pretty hungry,
so what does he do? He sits by the laundry.
He'll prod our dinner plates with his delicate paws,
clearing the table with one big "swoop" without flaw.
It's off to the kitchen he goes to stand at my feet,
following me around like some little lost sheep.
Curled up in a hat or under a bike,
he finally settles down for the rest of the night.
It's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it!
*(Baby Killian)*
