is on my bed pouncing on...a Q-Tip. Not sure why, but the beast seems to love them, despite an apparent inability to see them unless they're right in front of him. Oh, he found it. He has three others stashed in the bathroom. It's really funny to watch him just go nuts about them. I was using one a minute ago and he just about whined, he wanted it so badly. Which is why I have a bathroom wastebasket--hahaha, he's heading into the bathroom to retrieve his stash, which I just tossed--with a lid: so that the only Q-Tips kitty can have are clean ones. Otherwise it's just yucky.
I keep ranting about educational TV, and I thought it was time for my reading public to see the (somewhat ripened, though still green) fruits of my viewing labours. And the cat's drinking out of my bedside water glass. Nice. He's got this cool little habitat thing going on up here. Drinks when he wants them, lubbies when he wants them, lots of high thronelike places and more cotton swabs than he can flick his tail at. His life must be rough. Anyway, the following came out of today's episode of "After the Attack" on Animal Planet. I would like to dedicate it to Jen Cimino.
The Angry Friday Alligator
one more mention of tomorrow and I’m going under
I can feel myself sinking
nictitating membranes closing
eyelids down
I am five six of scale and teeth
and I can sit here
looking down my nose at you
for hours
you’re like one of those little turtles
spending its life on my nose
unaware that I’m plotting ways
to crack you out of that box shell
maybe one day you roll and realize
I’m not a log
leather boots
the newest neoconsumerist nuveau riche
monogrammed wallet perpetually open
but look at how this smile
draws you out
just so
just so
just say mmmm
and know you’re going down with me
tomorrow
just so
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