Me Me Me Across The Sea!

The cat has his own giant litterbox. Does that curl your socks? Or maybe your toes? Sure won't make you strike a lovey dovey pose. But I share it with glee. Mini Alex knows it at our sea.

I've got my plot.
I'm so hot.
It's all about me.
Don't touch my tree.

Don't touch my bush.
The one with the tush.
The others too.
But especially the tush view.

Don't touch my sand.
Can't crawl or stand.
Stay the hell off.
Try it and I'll scoff.

I'll fluck you up.
Don't act like a pup.
I will not share.
This is all my lair.

That coconut is mine.
The stream is for the feline.
That stars in the sky.
All mine upon high.

My giant litterbox.
Won't share with human or fox.
It is all mine.
Don't test the feline.

What was that?
Plenty of room where I'm at?
But it is all mine.
Can't you read the lips of the feline?

I can't help you.
Sorry, but its true.
It's all about me me me.
I'm the only one here to see.

So what if you're the same.
You are just so lame.
Can't have you by my name.
You could interrupt my fame.

What? No one will squawk?
Hey, I want to talk.
Talk all about me.
Why do you flee?

Pffft to that, at least says Pat. The cat may still be all about me. But I do share my litterbox with Cassie. There is plenty of room on the giant litterbox for all. Doesn't hurt to give many a call. Which is a grand thing about blogland as all lend a helping hand. Unless you get those that have nothing to say. They sure can say enough about me me me at the end of the day. Know any like that? Do they think they are a cat? We do rule all in mass. At least Pat bows to the will of my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.