The cat is such a jerk
he always wears this smirk
he sleeps all-day
then night, he'll play
and go totally berserk.
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Inspired by my asshole cat, who's currently trying to scale the bedroom door at 1am.
About the Creator
Brin J.
I never believed the sky is the limit, therefore my passions are expansive. My interest in writing stemmed from poetry but my heart lead me to Sci-Fi Fantasy. Consequently, my stories are plot-driven with splashes of evocative elements.
Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
So true, haha! - Anneliese
Hahaha ✨😉
Cat sounds like me. Love cats. We are all a bit nuts. Cool haiku.