I brought you home simply because
I never wanted to see a rat. Snuggly,
social, black fluffy fur all over. I felt
like you were a good sign, my feline
four leaf clover. You cast a spell on anyone
who looks in your eyes. They fall in love
with you Merlin, and this is their demise.
Trouble oh trouble finds you wherever
you go. You scratch up the sofa, you
knock the good vase over and claw
at the window. Jumping on the table
is your favorite feat, for you always find
good food that the humans must
have left for you to eat. You chew on the
bagels even if they are wrapped in plastic.
You find the puddles in the shower
nothing short of fantastic. You knock all
my nice trinkets onto the floor,
then you meow and trill as if you just
scored. You chase my orange tabby,
Cleo, like you are in heat. You are not
gentlemanly, not very discreet. You
cause quite a fuss, you make everyone
mad but you are also quite funny and that's
not so bad. You love to play tag, you chew
on my hair. You jump out of dark places
and do the crazy cat stare. If I had to do it all
over, would I still take you in? Merlin oh
Merlin, thinking of life without you
would be a mortal sin.
xoxo,
mrs. wallace
(aka the crazy cat lady)
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