January 12, 2009 2

Or, “Feeding the Cats”

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Friskies ™

She’s never far
When dinner time is near.

Her brother’s loud meows
Call her to the plate.

I’ll be at the fridge,
reaching into coldness.

The food looks fresh,
But will it dribble on the floor?

Soon, I’m ready to serve
This nasty-smelling meal.

by jack ruttan

I think Wallace Stevens would be trembling in his boots — if he wasn’t dead.


Here’s a slideshow of the cats playing around.

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2 Responses to “Or, “Feeding the Cats””

  1. Hey Jack

    Consider yourself memed.


  2. Jack says:

    And crippled?

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