Almost Daily Cat Haiku

My head is full of odd socks and soggy shredded wheat. It makes braining difficult. When the grey stuff doesn’t do the thinking thing, I not word good.

I do wish I had some blurbleage for you all. Sentient dust bunnies, or warring garden gnomes, or killer marigolds from outer space, or something. But unfortunately all I can manage is whining about my headache. Don’t worry, we will get through this rough patch together and you will soon be basking in a showery cascade of creative silliness and delusional of grandeur. Until then, I recommend we all take some time today to curl up on a favorite blanket and take a nap.