Now I Really Hate The Other Sea When This Thing Greets Me!

So when we see the cage come out we run away not wanting to go out and about. But once a month or so Pat catches us and takes us to that other show. I hate those other cats but it is fun walking around and giving them bats. I get them right upside the head. They usually just go stay in bed.

And as far this dope goes,
I can also cause him woes.
I just grab his tail.
He can give off quite the wail.

Hey, they called them wieners for a reason.
So it is not that much of a treason.
He keeps coming back for more.
That is a mutt for you at your shore.
By now we have to deal with this.
This is not pure bliss.
She thinks she's a bat dog.
I hope she goes and gets lost in a bog. Of course she tries to look cute.
But she is not fooling this brute.
I will have my day,
And make this new mutt go away.
Cassie just hid under the bed.
Yes, the prissy one thought it was something to dread.
But I knew I would beat it.
After all it eats its own umm spit.
What? I was not hiding with her.
The thing drooled on my fur.
I was just biding my time.
Cleaning myself and thinking of a rhyme.
The win was mine.
Nothing can stop the feline.
The mutt never knew I know how to use the door.
I like that the doors have handles and not knobs at the other shore.
Yes, if your door has a handle and not a knob or some guard named Bob, I can easily open it if I stretch up. I am so much brighter than a pup. Of course that doesn't take much with what they eat and such. So while I explored the house she stood in the grass. All thanks to my ever so clever little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.