Screw The Mail By The Bale!

Sorry Rosey for the mail screwing. It just goes so well with this viewing. The cat had to do it. Yeah, he's really not sorry one little bit. So in came the junk and I will teach that bunk.


There was a knock on the door.Cassie heard its awful roar.She did not like that.She's not a polite cat.

She ran away.Not wanting to play.Those ears pinned  back.Attitude she doesn't lack.

I dropped my toy,Looking to see what did annoy.I only run when I see them.I may also spit a little phlegm.

Cassie got blinded.I think she minded.Then the door shut.Thankfully there was no sniff of a butt.

Cassie still hid, ready to run.She thought the knocking was no fun.But could get bird TV.They aren't so scary.

I went lower to the ground.See, I can't be found.I fit right in.The cat for the win.

Cassie went old mother Hubbard.She hid in the top cupboard.I thought it was a good spot.I liked it a whole lot.

So I kicked her out.She didn't pout.Maybe whacked me a bit.But I can take it.

It was a hard day.Cassie says so anyway.All that running and hiding about,Can sure wear a cat out.
 
And what was the knock?Can't get it from my title talk?It was just the mail.I ripped it open without fail.
The mail makes a good napping spot. I still prefer a cot. But maybe rub my butt on the junk mail and hit return to sender on the mail trail. That would sure be fun. Maybe it will be done. I did not get as bored as Cass. It was too much fun for my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.