A Third Host At Our Coast!

The cat has discovered the real thing. There is a third cat at our wing. It showed itself the other day while I was in the litter tray. This could be big to all. I could sell tickets at my hall.

There I was taking a crap,
While Cassie was having a nap.
Then we saw a light.
It didn't give a fright.

Should I be scared of blue?
Nope, not at my zoo.
Blue isn't very scary.
But the thing wasn't hairy.

It took that to heart.
I let out a fart.
I buried the crap,
Keeping an eye on the chap.

That takes some skill.
Then we went in for the kill.
Cassie and I slunk along.
This thing smelled all wrong.

Mainly because it did not smell.
Deodorant would be a tough sell.
Poor axe may go under,
If the smell this thing does plunder.

But with that aside,
We got ready to send it for a ride.
No other cats allowed here.
I am not a nice little rhyming rear.

Dogs are okay.
But cat's, no way.
Cassie just hates all.
Where was I at my hall?

Oh yes, the thing.
We gave a meow ring,
Then we hopped to it.
There it still did sit.

Bad grammar and all,
We hit the wall.
As in we went right through,
The thing and its blue.

So we got a picture of it.
Made sure it was well lit.
And now we have proven ghosts are real.
We are awaiting our movie deal.


Ever see a ghost like that? What, you don't believe the cat? The evidence is right in front of you. Next week we'll find big foot for you. At least the ghost cat won't eat any of our bass. That works for my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.