Written for:  Sunday Muse #218

I have my eye
on you.  My
golden iris
looks into
your heart.

Can't wait to get home!
Can't wait to get home!
My mom is gonna be
so surprised when she 
sees the gift I found
for her.

Ach, it's tough
getting old.  I
remember my dog
days of swimming
across the lake.
Now I have to paddle
to keep my head
above water.

Maybe camping out
was not my brightest
idea.  Brought my
special blankie,
and bright lantern.
I hope it guides
you to me.  It's cold.

Haven't mastered the art
of hide-'n-seek.  I peek.
Of course, this chair
with its spaces is not
the best place to hide.
Dog is rolling on the 
floor laughing at me–big
oaf.  Uh oh, they've
spotted my beach glass
green eyes.  I'm a goner.

I am a kitten,
smitten with this
piano.  The keys
are the perfect
hardness to teethe on.

I know I'm a 
good looking 
cat, but enough
with the pictures.
They didn't want
anyone to see
this one, so I am
only showing it
to you.  Notice
how astute I am
at getting my eyes
all screwy, and tongue
to loll out to
the side.  Phooey
on photos.

No cat on a
hot tin roof
am I.  What a
view!  'Course
the photographer
manipulated this
photo.  All the
buildings are short,
and made of Leggos.
As far as gags go,
this one's a doozy.

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