Almost Daily Cat Haiku

I met a new kitty. And she is soft, and fluffy, and awesome. And now you can meet her! Say hello to Princess Adorabeezle Winterpop Von Schweet. Adora, for short.

That is her actual name. I didn’t have to make one up. Her human didn’t give her some boring name like “justin”. She is a princess and a cat and she has a name that is representative of her divine right as such. And she’s on a toilet.

For today’s blurble, I was hoping to have a fun bit of creative fiction for all of my friends and family to read. But I can’t find any. When I open my skull and dig through the grey stuff, and I sort through my thoughts. I venture way back behind the bits of high-school geometry and Simpson’s quotes, and I dig out that worn and weathered cardboard box from under the stair. But when I peel back the dog-eared flaps to see what weirdness my mind has lain within, all I find is a chipmunk. Or maybe it’s a ground squirrel. I haven’t asked. Or counted the stripes. (I think ground squirrels have more) Either way, just a cute rodent. And why is this fuzzy little vermin plaguing my subconsciousness? Because every morning, I go outside and water the flower pots on the front porch. And every morning there’s a hole dug in one of them. And the soil that should be there instead of the hole is a scattered pile of dirt on the ground (or all over whatever happens to be next to that particular pot). And, ok. He’s cute. Running around on the porch, picking up bits of bird seed, standing up in his back legs, and wiggling his little chip nose. And the cats love him. Of course they do.  They’re at the window all day, lazily watching the birds at the feeder, but then when the little chipmunk (or ground squirrel) shows up, they get all chirpy and dance around. It’s pretty entertaining. For them, I mean. I’m totally not sitting here waiting for the cat party to begin, or anything. Ok, we’re all entertained. It’s better than daytime television. But this tiny little fuzzbutt is DIGGING UP THE DIANTHUS, DAMNIT!

So instead of a creative bit of prose to kick off your day, this morning you get a rant about my potted plants and the adorable rat that terrorizes them.