Many About Or Not Out!

The cat smelled some funky things on Pat. We asked him and he said nothing about that. He just ignored it. Well now we know he was slumming it when out. Even doing it when about.


Do you see?A mutt and a cat not me.An overly dramatic mutt.Don't believe me at our hut?

See? Wants to go out the window.We wouldn't mind her giving it a go.But she is kinda low.Dramatic mutt, we know.

Then there was roadkill.Thought running in front was a thrill.Then the thing started cluckingOr whatever it was when its feathers were bucking.

And one thought Pat a pest.He spotted its nest.It was not a happy bird.We're sure it said a swear word.

Out it comes.Not standing any bums.Not sure what it is.But it meant some mean biz.

Squawk and squawk.Didn't want Pat to gawk.Maybe it should have stayed quiet.But nope, it wanted to riot.

And tons more.All by the shore.Soooo much poop.Like they have their own coop.

And then a stubborn one.It didn't even run.Heck, didn't even waddle away.It just decided to stay.

And another bird.This one was absurd.It thought itself a mutt.Followed Pat from hut to hut.

See? Just kept going.Attention seeker it was showing.Even let Pat brush it.Can you believe that umm shit?
Geez, sure a lot of birds out there. The tabbies may not think it fair. Ever have a bird follow you and act like a dog? Maybe it was in a brain fog? Beats the heck out of me. Any strange smells on thee? The cat would figure out what they were. Those funky smells sure can stir. Stir up lots of stuff. All right, I've said enough. Now I'll go back to smelling Cass. At least there is no funky smells on her for the nose of my little rhyming ass.
If you smell crap this summer, call a plumber.