I found a slight smear of canned cat food on my keyboard the other day.
Funny. I don’t remember eating cat food…
There’s a new icon on my desktop: Haikus.
Who can help but double-click?
Little can, dumped in
Ceramic platter is nice
Where is the garnish?
I glance over at Liza Bean Bitey (of the Minneapolis Biteys). She is curled up on a folded blanket at the end of the couch. Her eyes are closed, but the set of her ears suggests she is not asleep.
I move to the next haiku, entitled “Rest Easy”.
One eye is open
Oh, yes, I am watching you
Your cash card in reach.
Hmmm. That explains the charges from Amazon. I can’t wait to see what arrives.
Dang cat. I don't know how many times I've asked her not to use my computer. A person could bounce a check or two, and I get spam from Nigeria and Libya for weeks afterward...
Still. I'm glad to see that she's exploring her creative side.
I left her a haiku of her own on my way out.
Winter's heavy hand
The kitty sleeps on my head
I dream of fur hats.
Eight in Some: Sunday, February 18
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